"Can I have a mid-life crisis at 26?" I ask myself; standing opposite my reflection. The usually warm glow from my vanity now feels like harsh a spotlight.
As we all deal with the blowback of the recent events in Charlottesville, and the reactions from political leaders, I urge caution in the words we use. And caution in our actions so that we don't add to the fire of hatred, but find ways to effectively and systematically counter it.
Uncovering, telling and sharing these stories is my personal way of battling the odd loneliness and confusion that accompanies being a TCK. Particularly in a world becoming more tribal, intolerant and blind. What we need now more than ever is humanity, and how best to spread that? Through stories.
In the expat and Third-Culture-Kid community, we often talk of "reverse-culture shock" but what about "reverse-religious shock"? Who else has consciously uncoupled with the religion of their parents?
As my dad twirled me around the vinyl dance floor, my eyes teared up with the realization that this moment may never happen again.
A long walk, some beautiful snow, a pretty city and good coffee. That's all I need.
A striking gathering of different generations of women in Toronto, Canada hosted by the one-and-only, Geri Savits-Fine and her daughters, Rachel and Isabel.