Basic background on my life: born in Newport Beach, CA, USA of a Belgian mother and French father, with two older sisters. I was fortunate to travel a lot as a child; we would go to France and Belgium every summer, most years we would go to Canada to visit family, and any long weekend we would drive around and explore. Motor-homes seemed to be a common mode of transportation as I recall many adventures in them (probably just a few but I loved those trips so much I must have imagined they happened more often). Going on planes was never an issue, something I most definitely took advantage of. It was only when I started meeting people in my teens that had never been on a plane that I realized how privileged I had been so young. My parents, just by being immigrants to the United States, showed me that packing up and moving should never be something that I should be afraid of; unfortunately it has become my addiction.
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| My first family holiday card, a very big tradition in our family. Kind of our way of blending into the American culture by sending out cards every year, updating people of our lives, for the sake of reminding too many people of our faces. |
Now that that has been established, I am going to use this blog as a way to express my frustrations with living so far from "home" (wherever that is) but also to talk about various travels I have done and will be doing along my way to finding where I feel I am meant to be. To be discussed in "Somewhere I Belong".
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