My language and culture—nothing? Savage me, as you sit there reading books to sail, ignoring heaven and nature…
Read MoreI knew that people could look at us and know we were not from there, yet I tried desperately to fit in in this place that I called home...
Read MoreI still remember it vividly. I was 10 years old, and I had just come home from school. I opened the door to our townhouse and found my mum in a near foetal position on the chair sobbing. This was the first time I’d ever seen my mum in such a state...
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Read MoreHow much of my self-worth comes from my being a TCK? Some of the major strengths that I have gained are tolerance, a wider worldview, broader experience, empathy, and resilience...
Read MoreAs much as I vaguely wonder about what a brick-and-mortar home could have been—I am completely free...
Read MoreI found myself getting jaded and cynical. I was constantly surrounded by plight, with nothing to hold onto for inspiration. The revolutions I heard about in microfinance, social business, and other development sector related interventions were not taking place here...
Read MoreBefore I was to be slowly torn down by my relationship with August, I had newly discovered my TCK identity and was sure he was the missing piece of who I was. I was living in an amazing share house with maybe 8 or 9 different nationalities rotating through it at any one time – and amongst these students, professionals and travellers alike – I was happy that I had finally found my people…
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