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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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A perfect day
Coasting along the Ébrié lagoon, we passed by the local villagers in their long wooden boats, casting their nets for the first catch of the day. Pink-backed pelicans and African darters flew along with Dad at the helm, into the beginning of a promising day. We were...
The Trip to Assinie – Part 2
(Continued from Assinie part 1 posted on 3/18/19) Sam age 10 on the lagoon, Assinie Sam age 11 waterskiing, Assinie Dad and I walked quickly to the shack. I had to skip to keep up with his pace. “I want you to stay by my side, honey. Don’t wander…okay?” Dad said to...
The trip to Assinie – Part 1
One of my favorite childhood memories was our weekly escape to Assinie from the dust, rust, and noise of Abidjan. Waves and currents from the north Atlantic ocean had created low-lying sandbars which were dotted with coconut palms and shrubs. The sand was golden on...
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...
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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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