Category Archives: Musings of a TCK

The Invisible Line

Posted on May 25, 2012 by

Every place is foreign, until it becomes home. That home may change every so many years, but the way each place becomes home follows the same pattern. When you first arrive somewhere new, everything is foreign, strange and intimidating. The … Continue reading →

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Ode to a Flute

Posted on May 14, 2012 by

It’s amazing how many memories a single object can hold. I’m not talking about a photo album and how many pictures can fit in one; I’m talking about things you grew up with, items you made memories with. I have … Continue reading →

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The Search

Posted on May 5, 2012 by

Sometimes I think I would love to live on a farm or a ranch, surrounded by nature and fulfilled by a day of satisfying physical labor. Enjoying the wide open spaces, breathing in fresh air, riding horses through the beautiful … Continue reading →

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Arrivals

Posted on April 11, 2012 by

A few weeks ago my parents and my brother came to spend a week with us. That was one of the reasons for my lengthy absence from my blog, but that’s not the point of today’s post. What I would … Continue reading →

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Planes, Trains and Automobiles: Global Edition

Posted on November 23, 2011 by

Travelling has been a constant in my life, from a very, very young age. It’s been the same for my husband as well. Travelling to visit someplace, travelling to move somewhere new; travelling by plane, car, train…You name, we’ve done … Continue reading →

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Which Type Are You?

Posted on October 16, 2011 by

No, I’m not talking about blood types; I’m talking about TCK types. The reason it’s so difficult to explain what it is to be a TCK is that there is no single definition. There are no rules, there are hardly … Continue reading →

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A Sense of Belonging

Posted on October 6, 2011 by

I’ve come to realize something in my years as a TCK: there is no period of adaptation. It’s just a continuous cycle; you’re never actually finished adapting. Just when you think you might be, something else happens to make you realize … Continue reading →

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Kickboxing and Iced Coffee (ok, ok, ‘Frappucino’)

Posted on September 28, 2011 by

For those who know me well, part of that title will make sense and the other part, not at all. I love kickboxing. I just started a few months ago, but I love it. Coffee, not so much. Not until … Continue reading →

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There’s No Place Like Home

Posted on September 27, 2011 by

About a week ago we marked the end of our first year in Connecticut, entering our second year here, and I’m excited about that! This past year was about settling in, figuring out all sorts of logistics, slowly furnishing the … Continue reading →

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The Sound of Silence

Posted on September 23, 2011 by

I love talking, listening to music, hearing kids running around and playing outside, but I must admit that sometimes I really love silence. Or at least the absence of man-made sounds. No chatty radio shows, no phone ringing, barely the … Continue reading →

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