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WANDERING IDENTITY - Beneath a Borrowed sky
“Wandering Identity – Beneath a borrowed sky” is an upcoming story about identity, travel, motherhood, empty nesting, and the art of letting go.
I am fifth generation global nomad, and this story of movement is about my constant search for a place to land, a place to call Home. I am a typical third culture kid (TCK). I grew up all over the world and continued that way of life throughout my adult life. I’m now bringing up four sixth generation global nomad kids who move around the world with us.
I say I am from everywhere and nowhere. So do my kids. This book is about what that looks like to have grown up without a place to call Home, a place to belong to. It’s also about all the beautiful countries and cultures that I’ve had the privilege to live in and learn about.
It’s about motherhood but particularly about raising global kids in this transient environment and the consequences it can have on them as they develop their characters without a place to identify with.
I will also explore the differences between my upbringing vs. my kid’s upbringing.
Whether you are an intrepid traveler, or an armchair traveler, Home is a feeling. Of being loved and accepted for who you are. It’s family, and a feeling of belonging.
No matter what your story is, your Home is where you can be your true self.
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Security, dagga and camo – Zambia: Part 2
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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, Zambia home between 1986-1989. I was 15, my brother 12. To soften the...
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...
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