Couchsurfing and the Mobile Identity
When I travel, there is a tension between my mobility – where I go – and my identity – who I am. In Asia, I look Asian, but somehow I’m not. In Western countries, I’m Western, but somehow I’m not.
Month: May 2011
How I lost my skirt, bag, towel, pillow, blanket, scarf and home, all at the same time
As I frantically searched in the middle of the Amazonian rainforest, I was devastated. Had I lost it in the village we had just visited, a day’s canoe ride away? Had it slipped from my open bag into the muddy river waters, to gently settle on a sleeping stingray?
I’m a TCK and a Web Entrepreneur
“I’m fortunate through Boticca to meet some of the world’s most inspiring and creative people,” said Kiyan Foroughi, CEO of Boticca.com. “I’m constantly fascinated by the way their minds work and how they see the world.”
Chosen
For years, my family moved according to the whims of my father’s company. My parents had some say, of course, and there was always an electric charge in the air when such a “decision” was being made. Then came the news, delivered to my sister and me on various sofas in living rooms across the world.
5 Must-Have Travel Gadgets For Globe-Trotters
For our TCK readers gearing up for summer travels, here’s a peek in the carry-on of a bona fide travel geek.
You Know You’re A Global Nomad When…
Here at Denizen, we’re thrilled to introduce you to our new project: “You Know You’re A Global Nomad When…”
I’m a TCK, and a hip-hop artist
“I want to make sure my impact on the world is in the most positive manner I can,” Jason Trefts said. “Music is a way for me to release the sadness and try help people feel better as well as myself.”
TCKs in Love: Brianna Raatz and Jeff Prebeck
“I’ve learned more about tailgating and country music. He is now exposed to food other than steak and potatoes,” TCK Brianna Raatz said.
When Tears Turned to Roars
While I can certainly see the death of Bin Laden as retribution and understand the solace it brings, it doesn’t make me want to shout “U-S-A!” or belt “God Bless America”. It doesn’t send me scurrying to don my most patriotic red, white, and blue ensemble. It doesn’t make me high-five guys or pop champagne. This wasn’t a sports victory or the Fourth of July.
Drifting Between Nations
I was born on vacation. My parents – Armenians from Iran – didn’t want their first-born child to be saddled with their politically unfortunate nationality from the get-go, so they chose the most innocuous of jus soli granting states and planned my birth accordingly. By this logic, I’m Canadian.
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