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…

Nest-Home by Judith Altman

It is the mountain that I climbed. Somedays it was a struggle, but most were splendid adventures. It is the summit where I rested and enjoyed the view. It is where I built my nest, collecting bits and pieces of life, from here and there, the flotsam and jetsam…

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…

Lost and found between Homeless and homefull – Amel Derragui

Throughout my nomadic life, there have been two questions people asked me in every country I moved to that made me feel quite uneasy: “What is your mother tongue?” and “where is home for you?” I still don’t know how to answer these questions honestly without going through a…

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…

Home – By Peri Hoskins

Home for me is the most northern province of New Zealand (Aotearoa), Northland or Te Tai Tokerau in the Maori language. My Maori iwi is Ngapuhi and my ancestors’ canoe first came into Northland about 900 years ago. It is here I feel the strongest connection to the earth,…

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…

My Kiwi – a personification of New Zealand

Photo by Chris Gin, The Lookout,  Kennedy Point Reserve, Waiheke Island (licence). After writing about ‘Argy’, a kind of personification of Argentina and her people, I feel it’s fair to attempt to do the same with New Zealand: my homeland, my beloved country of birth. This is my interpretation based…

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…