Buenos Aires First Impression by Paul van der Werff

Having just told the customs official that I was staying at my girlfriends house and not at a hotel, I thrust my phone into his window so he could see the address. With the constant faraway look that most border patrol officials seem to have, my passport was quickly…

How I found my tribe.

I spent way too many years of my life looking for a tribe to call my own. I deeply love my homeland, New Zealand, but I never quite felt like it was my place in the world. Then, after finishing University, I tried my luck in Melbourne, Australia. Even…

Home Is Where? By Stephanie Lee

Home Is Where? Because of the nature of my husband’s job my family moves a lot.  The US Government agency for which he works considers me a “Trailing Spouse”.  That’s what I do with my kids – trail my husband and his job wherever they go. It already stands…

My 6th Anniversary Letter to Argentina – by Lauren White Astica

Dear Argentina, You have been my home for six years by this point, and I honestly cannot believe how the time has flown. When I think back on how much has changed in my life, in this country, and back “home” in the United States, it’s quite overwhelming. At…

Finding Home – Louise Carr de Olmedo

No matter how long I live in Argentina I’m sure people will ask, “Do you miss home?” And I will always answer, or consider that my reply should be, “Where is home, exactly?” I haven’t lived in England for over five years. But does that mean I have a…

With Love, The Argentina Family – Mirta Trupp

On special occasions, holidays or birthdays, Mami would make sure that we had a bouquet of flowers or a cake decorated with the words, “With Love, The Argentina Family.” This was one way Mami included the beloved family members into our daily lives. Later, when it was time to…

Touch

Touch me. I know what you are thinking now. Why is it that touch has become so sexualized in meaning? Why is it that in most western cultures we are so weary of even platonic, caring touch, and this is especially true outside of close family? Recent studies suggest…

Argy

Argy In the final months of my pregnancy I start to dream in Spanish. It’s as if my unconscious world is finally catching up with my conscious one. I ask myself, does this mean I truly feel at home here? The answer is: yes, for now. Something about my…

Day Trip – Sarah Smith

Every once in a while, usually when I’m feeling like the kind of person I’d like to hang out with, or sometimes when I’m blue, I indulge in a quiet Saturday afternoon date with myself and go alone to the movies. On this particular Saturday in Buenos Aires, I…

Home

‘Could this be your new home?’ An Argentine friend asked me years ago. ‘Maybe,’ I said in return. Later that same night, alone and talking to ghosts, I tried to unravel my thoughts and push them into a coherent thread. I wondered: What is home? Is it a house,…