Author of Beneath A Borrowed Sky – One woman’s search for the true meaning of home
Wandering why?
HOME ISN’T A PLACE. IT’S A STORY WE CARRY.
I have spent my life crossing borders.
Born on the Caribbean island of St. Kitts & Nevis, my childhood took me from Bordeaux, France, to Kinshasa and Lubumbashi in the Democratic Republic of Congo (formerly Zaire), and Abidjan in Côte d’Ivoire, before boarding school in the UK.
I’m a third-generation global nomad who has now lived in 15 countries and 21 cities. I speak English, French and Italian fluently and have learned four other languages along the way. I’ve travelled to more than 50 countries, but my greatest journey has been understanding what it truly means to belong.
For me, home has never been one place. It’s something we create, something we carry, and something we find in the people, memories and stories that shape us.
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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.
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,...
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...
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...
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...
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...
A frantic plane ride from Kinshasa, Zaire to Lubumbashi, Zaire
We were being thrown all over the place. Our parents held on to us, squeezing our tiny bodies so tight our very lungs felt like they were about to...
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