I was deported and banned in perpetuity from the United States. Banned from the house I owned in the mountains and banned from even a layover forever in my future. There must be a reason behind the consequences. More aptly—there must be reason behind actions. I have found those are easier to decipher in hindsight. I lived on the wrong visa. I worked and made art under a company I thought was legitimate. What I thought was a grey area, the United States Border Control saw as black-and-white fraud. Banished, and my American, now-husband Tyler, was without an Australian residence. So we bounced. Firstly, just outside the northern and southern borders, then to the rest of the world. For two years, we bounced. Trying to find a home yet more successfully trying to make a business out of my art. It’s a long story. So I wrote a book about it. I made art from the beautiful places I resided, yet now, I share the accompanying story, the darker underbelly of an untethered life.