Nineteen*

*A reference to the times I’ve moved. For a recap of my last move, see Eighteen. Nineteen is contentment. It’s achievement because I get to work for a tech company I very much believe in and have been involved in deeply for over 10 years. It’s living in the Phoenix metro area, which of course…

The Adventure of Staying Put

In the last year and a half, I’ve managed to put almost 30,000 miles on my car. I’ve redeemed over 100,000 airline rewards miles, and have ventured into all four US time zones at one point or another. There were so many trips that I struggle sometimes to remember where they were, when they were…

The Price of Privilege

Last week as I sat across the table from my cross cultural husband in a dimly lit restaurant in another city, I got a call from my father from the other side of the world. We talk about my upcoming trip to visit my brother one connecting flight away in DC. Some time after my…

Eighteen

Eighteen is a warm welcome. Eighteen is exciting, a blank slate, full of potential. Eighteen comes with a deadline for nineteen which means I’m  that much closer to living in a big city again. Eighteen is comfortable, easy, stress free. Eighteen is a confident step in to the future. Most importantly,  Eighteen is much less…

The Always Packed Bag

Its a simple duffle bag sitting at an outlet at DFW next to someone else’s laptop. Or, so it seems. Reader, meet the always packed bag. It has everything I need to sustain me for a long weekend. It started as just a duffle I would take on trips. Then the trips got more and…

Hedonism, Excess and Morality*

*I won’t speak for all TCKs. Your mileage may vary. As TCKs we pass through life like chameleons and we shed and wear culture as often as it suits us. Something my soul sister and I share is a love of culture and an absolute rejection of morality embedded in culture. In one culture cannibalism…