What does one owe a homeland one has never been to? How do children of diasporas maintain connections and feelings of affinity for that homeland? And should it be seen as deviant if those children grow into adults whose host country feels more real, more compelling, or more comfortable than the homeland of their forbearers? These questions came into focus with one disquieting conversation between a spirited Tibetan woman named Nyima Dolkar1 and myself.