It’s been eighteen months already since we moved from Luxembourg to the UK. When we moved here, it had been eight years since I left as a fresh-faced graduate, and I came home with a foreign husband, a toddler, and a baby quickly expanding inside me. There were a lot of things to adjust to,…
Our Easter Feast – friends of seven nationalities who have become family… I’ve lived outside of my home country for the last seven and a half years. And before that there was also a gap year overseas and a study abroad year. So I’m getting used to being away from everything British. (Also the fact…
At the end of the church service on Sunday, I joined our pastor on the stage, and tried to calm the loud beating coming from my chest. Public speaking doesn’t usually unnerve me but yesterday was a little different. I was saying goodbye to two of our closest friends and I wanted to do it…
Home is where the heart is, they say. but this heart is a wanderer a nomad an immigrant always and never at home. Thin white roots stretch their delicate fingers behind me each time I go a spiders web of belonging wrapping up this world in its soft cocoon. I am often leaving but never…
