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…

Finding a Home in Greece – By Jennifer Barclay

Finding a Home in Greece Back when I was twenty, I went to Greece as a lost graduate, having seen a newspaper ad for English teachers in private language schools. I thought of warm sunshine and blue sea, dancing and ancient amphitheatres. My dad sometimes says his happiest memories…

Ancient Ancestry- by Kathy Flake

  ANCIENT ANCESTRY In the last chapter of my book What Am I Doing Here? A Bewildered American in Britain, I wrote this, as I prepared to leave England after ten years: “This is Home. There was an indefinable feeling of rightness I felt when I came here and…

Home: an extract from Ch1 of ‘A Million Sticky Kisses’ by Sally Rose

When we got there at 10:00am, the children were just getting up. They dashed into the living room to greet me joyously, “Tia, tia!” Aunty. They looked like they’d grown a lot since August, especially Alfonso. He was much taller and string-bean skinny. Marisol and Arturo had promised to…

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…

Why do I let my child tattoo me?

Okay, that may sound a bit crazy, but let me explain. School holidays are long, and days with little ones at home – all day – are long. One day, when my son was two years old, he started drawing on my legs with felt-tip pens. At first I…

Hidden Treasures in the Nest!

A picaflor’s nest. Above is a photo of the original oil painting by the wonderful and very talented Fern Petrie. I wanted the nest to represent the journey as an image and to express the idea that we can make a home wherever we find ourselves. I wove in…

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…