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In this blog, I convey the joys and the trials and tribulations of being a global nomad, by writing short stories or more like snippets in time from my past, experiences I’ve had during my travels, stories about my international family and their colorful and interesting history.
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The Comfort of A Tidy Home
There is a particular kind of comfort in a tidy home. Not the kind that impresses guests or photographs well, but the quiet, almost invisible kind — the one that settles somewhere in your chest. I...
On Legitimacy (And Learning to Drive Again at 54)
Right now, I’m going through a quiet kind of existential crisis. Not the dramatic, life-falling-apart kind. The slower, more insidious kind. The kind that comes disguised as… an Italian driving...
The slow unlearning of people-pleasing
I didn’t become a people-pleaser because I was weak. I became one because I was paying attention. When you grow up across borders, you learn early how to read a room. You notice shifts in tone,...
Sickness and Blackouts
(Lubumbashi, DRC – 1976) I kept on dozing on and off. When I woke up, we were being thrashed around in the back of a large jeep. Daddy was steadying me, Simon by Mummy. A few minutes later we...
Gum balls and Plane rides
(Democratic Republic of Congo formerly known as Zaire - 1976) We had been playing with some bright coloured bubble gum balls that Mummy had brought home that morning. She had told us specifically...
The March 11th Earthquake in Japan
In memory of the many lives lost on the March 11th 2011 tsunami in Japan.We were living in Tokyo at the time, 200kms south of the quake’s epicenter.Here is my family’s story from that memorable day:...
The Shaping of a Global Identity
Most people identify with one place as home; the place they were born, where they grew up and occasionally stayed on into adult life. “Where are you from?” is the standard question that is asked...
A close call – Zambia: Part 3
Road trips were an occurring theme during my childhood. Despite the trials and tribulations that came with living in hardship countries, my parents always managed to fit in one or two memorable...
Security, dagga and camo – Zambia: Part 2
Wellie was put to sleep a few days later. It was one of the hardest things we have ever had to do. In a quick phone call, due to Wellie’s formidable stature and surprisingly quick...
Zambia – Part 1 – Wellington
Each time we moved I would get butterflies in my stomach, anticipating the excitement and adventure of discovering a new place we would call home. I loved moves, Simon not so much. We called Lusaka,...
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Beneath a Borrowed Sky 2026
Sam Frearson-Tubito is a traveller. A global nomad. A third-culture kid. Raised across countries and cultures, she grew up between worlds – never fully rooted, yet shaped by every place she called home. And as she built a life of her own and raised her children across borders, she began to ask: where do we truly belong?
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