One of those sappy love stories

I should preface this love story by saying that its date of publication is purely strategic. I have never celebrated Valentines Day. (The only time a boy ever asked me to be his Valentine was two weeks after I had dumped him. Yes. I know.) Although my boyfriend and I will not celebrate the 14th of February in any way, I did want to spend a little time on my blog to celebrate our love story. Because it is a great one. All biases aside, I think we may have stumbled upon the very thing some people spend a lifetime searching for.

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Where am I from? | The woes of being a third culture kid

I am from nowhere. Not be confused with I am nowhere. Because, of course, I am somewhere. Currently, I am in England. But I am not from England. (Well, not really.) In the past, I was in The Netherlands. And I was from The Netherlands. (Well, not really.) You see, that ‘where from’ wasn't really true. Saying I was from The Netherlands was an easy way out of a question that was never easy to begin with. I am a third culture kid. And ever since I left my adoptive country about five years ago, I have been spending way to much time asking myself where I am from.

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10 ways life is different than I would have expected 10 years ago

A few weeks ago, I was rummaging through my belongings. Pottering, you could call it. And among these belongings was an old diary I had kept at age 15. Full of delight I read back what my 10-year younger self thought of life and the future. One thing stood out to me. The life I had imagined for myself as a woman in her mid-twenties is completely different from the life I am currently living. Let’s take a trip down memory lane and see how wrong my younger self was about her predictions.

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