MozamWeek

We have too much. I've noticed this as I pack and unpack when moving between countries. We have to weigh and box up our leftovers (stuff we didn't give away and aren't taking with us). The things I keep to remember the life I have lived and hope to live once again someday. Some of it is necessary. Those boxes of past tax records and bank stuff... a Ziploc with about 25 expired passports. (These are actually necessary sometimes, who would guess!) Those two boxes of kitchen stuff came in very handy when setting up house again in Sweden! I needed those nine years after packing and storing that box Some of it is wonderful. Photos and albums of days-gone-by bring true joy when shared with those we love! We don't look at them often enough. We might have too many, but my friend pulled out a picture of my dad she had from our time in high school. If she hadn't saved it, I wouldn't have it. The box with a few baby clothes from our sweet tiny children... or their fi

I know that my other international friends understand that phrase. It makes sense despite looking like it might be a typo of some sort. In June, when school ended here in Sweden, our family traveled home to the USA for the summer break. Now, last week, before school started, we all came home to Sweden. Where is home? We get asked that all the time. We don't have a good answer. There's the short answer: "Wherever we are now!" Sometimes it is more like: "Wherever we are all together." All TCKs (Third Culture Kids- who grow up somewhere outside their parents' home culture/place) understand the problems with questions like "Where's home?" or "Where are you from?" We are home in many places. We are not really "at home" anywhere, either. We don't really make a big deal about it one way or the other. We do kind of miss having a place that feels like home like other people seem to have. BUT we are also very thankfu