How to Date a Nomad

What does freedom look like in love?

Philip only calls me in transit—between flights, on train platforms, from the backseat of a cab. He says the moments between places give him clarity, but I suspect they’re the only time he’s still long enough to think.

The first time he mentioned Alice, he was waiting for a flight out of Lisbon. “She’s different,” he said, his tone quieter than usual. “…