Much is said about the diaspora, whether forced political displacements or voluntary transnational mobility. We come in varying forms as first- or second-generation, third-culture children or with mixed heritage. So, here you aretoo foreign for hometoo foreign for here. Never enough for both. Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Questions for Ada Being foreign for here is a very known consequence…
I discovered Daylio when it popped up in Google Play Store as I was searching for a totally different app, a city-based social networking app which a friend of mine suggested. Listed as Editor’s Choice with a 4.8 rating, Daylio is a diary, journal, and mood tracker. Interesting. I like journaling. I forgot about the social networking…
I just got home from my jazz and ballet classes. For a boyish girl who held a male-dominated job for a decade and who is more likely to take up martial arts as in the past, I sometimes ask myself: How did I end up here? There’s never a day when I don’t ask myself,…
Over sixteen months ago, I would never have imagined my life now. It all started with discontent. But let me be clear that even then I knew I had everything to be grateful for so much that sometimes I ignored that there was a problem. Because despite everything, there was something else lacking, something essential. I guess…
I’m writing this in the train on my way to Traunstein, a charming town in South of Bavaria where you have a nice view of the Alps. It’s my third visit to Traunstein with my husband who is sitting beside me. That’s right, I got married and that’s to the kindest, most patient and supportive,…
Munich. I left my home country and it’s day 50 out of tentatively 730. I left in a rush. With only 2 months notice, I left the life that I’ve known since forever—my family, friends, colleagues in my high paying corporate scientist-project manager job thousands of miles away. I’m technically still employed but on leave….
