My Life By a Snapshot

Hi there, Today I wanted to tell a few little stories. On their own, they wouldn't be enough for a blog post. But, compiled they will be. They all have a theme. Do you ever hear a song, smell a flower, feel a fabric, taste food or see a place that instantly brings you back to a specific place in time? That's what these stories are about.  The first story is what made me think about all this in the first place. One day last week I was walking to work when something caught my eye. There in the side of the path was a tree with some berries hanging from it; mulberries to be exact. This made my heart jump with joy. I gently pick a handful and popped them in my mouth one by one as I continued on my way. As I bit into them by taste buds brought me back to Alice Springs, Australia when I was about nine years old. There in my cousins' back yard was a mulberry tree. The 4-6 of us cousins would all climb up into that tree. There we would sit and eat berries until our hands and

Hi there, I recently read a blog post called Writing with borrowed words which I highly recommend reading. It's about a multilingual woman and the beauty of it and also the struggles it comes with. As I read I thought about the ways I could relate to this woman but also about how our journies differ. So, I thought I'd write about it, about how so often I find myself drifting between worlds. I have been given many titles throughout my life; girl, dyslexic, Christian, Australian, Canadian, French, English, missionary kid and third culture kid to name a few. Some of these labels describe all of me. I am a girl and I am a Christian. Others only describe a part of me and who I am. Yes, I am Australian... but not fully. Yes, I am French... but not fully either. This often left me feeling like I was between worlds. Especially as a teenager, I felt like I could never fully identify with anyone.  Canada day spent celebrating at a friend's cottage! I believe this sens