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In this blog I will attempt to 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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Friendship and Trust – Part 4
The pastor waited by the tub. The old lady handed me a clipboard with a white sheet of paper clipped on the front. I realized that this sweet lady, who, earlier on had slid into the room with the teacups so quietly, played just as an important role as the pastor and...
Friendship and Trust – Part 3
During our exchange with the pastor, the same older stooped lady who’d helped us in the hallway snuck in and stood in between us. I remember thinking that was rather odd but no-one mentioned her so I tried not to think too much about her until I heard her shuffle...
Friendship and Trust – Part 2
I did have 2 hours to kill. The heady feeling of having no-one else to confer with took me by surprise. Before I knew it, Miyako and I had linked arms and we were marching towards the Tokyo Metro. The first train ride was packed to the seams. It was rush hour....
Friendship and Trust – Part 1
After five years of happy reminiscing, it was time for me to go back. My family had lived in Tokyo for four years and for the past five years one of our favorite things to do together was to remember our fun and special experiences there. I often thought about going...
You’re not from London
Sam was looking at one of her four children playing soccer in the pouring rain. It was 7.30am. Pitch dark. Freezing cold. She was wondering to herself who in their right mind would make a bunch of five year olds play a soccer game at this time of the morning…and when...
Childhood memories – A stream of consciousness. The DRC (formerly Zaire)
I remember. Cecile, our nanny. Her full embrace. Her kindness. Her infectious bright laugh. I wondered where she lived. Did she have her own family, her own children? The musty smell of the clapped out non-descript colored, noisy, Renault 4. It felt safe. The Sabena...
Another move; Lusaka, Zambia
We were unpacking boxes. We had just moved to Lusaka. From Hong Kong. The rain pelted down. Dad and I sat together at the outside bar of our new home. The bar was nestled in the corner of the terrace overlooking a kidney-shaped swimming pool. Wellie was nuzzling at...
About me & why this blog?
I have been a traveler all my life. Day one started off on a small West Indian island; St. Kitts & Nevis. My parents then moved me around to Bordeaux, France, Kinshasa and Lubumbashi in the Democratic Republic of Congo (formerly known as Zaire,) and Abidjan in...
The Earthquake
Gaien-Nishi-Dori is it’s usual hustle and bustle. One of the main arteries weaving it’s way around down-town Tokyo. Green, yellow, and black taxis stopping and starting, picking up and dropping off at every corner. Two airport limousine buses are parked outside the...
Catalan Bay, Gibraltar
It was late afternoon. Simon, Mum and I had just got back from spending our usual long day at the beach. We were all finding it difficult to muster up the energy needed to put our skates on for the next part of our day. It had been a typical enjoyable day at Catalan...
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Hi! I'm sam
And I am a global nomad
My story is one of movement. I have been a traveler all my life. A third culture kid. A fifth-generation world citizen. An expat lifer. A writer. I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a home maker.
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