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How to avoid having a mental breakdown in the airport

If that mom in front of you with a screaming baby isn't freaking out, you shouldn't either. And also, don't be that guy. You know, the Giants' fan. 

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Shared: Why do expats live in bubbles?

Expatriates the world over are often seen as existing in cosseted bubbles – but the reality is complicated

I went to the Toronto Taste of Little Italy Festival – and it was bellissimo!

Canada. The land of maple syrup, beaver tails, crazy geese, hockey, Tim Hortons, Justin Trudeau and…Italians? Oh yes. Italian immigrants settled into this area of Toronto – now known as Little Italy – beginning in the early 20th century. Known... Continue Reading →

The one with the Indo-Canadian (& UX Designer): Aditi

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.

Shared: These majestic train routes will change the way you travel.

The effects of the railway became known as the “annihilation of time and space,” because not only did it allow people to travel quicker and access places unimaginable before (it is also the reason we have standardized time), but it profoundly changed people’s relationships with nature.

Shared: Now you can visit the majestic Canadian island where more than 500 wild horses roam freely

On a recent trip to Halifax, Nova Scotia I learned about Sable Island, the place where dreams really do come true. At least the dreams of a horse-loving maniac like myself.

This Third-Culture-Kid’s conscious uncoupling with religion

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?

How to deal with a long distance family

As my dad twirled me around the vinyl dance floor, my eyes teared up with the realization that this moment may never happen again.

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