Soo much connects to my experience as a woman who moved across the world (Britain to Aotearoa/New Zealand in my early 50s. Never fully feeling at home in either land. Thank you.
I’ve been wanting to explore the theme of “Home” for Seven Senses -- and you really hit the nail in the head with this one! I can deeply relate to these feelings as someone who grew up in two countries (a combo of the US & Europe, like you). 🫶
I’ve never read anything that so accurately describes this feeling I’ve carried my whole life. Thank you for this. I need to print it out so I can read it again and again. Love you, mean it.
Beautiful -- love how you explore this feeling, this longing-- and in August too when I can almost taste it on my tongue. Indeed I CAN taste it as the summer fruit succession unfolds, one stone fruit at a time until we're well into apples and I absolutely need to feel wool fleece in my hands yet again.
For my island is neither here (where I live), nor there (the place I grew up), but rather on the whorl of a spindle twirling steadily over six well-fleeced sheep. Invisible to the naked eye most of the time, it manifests briefly on Tuesdays on my Substack, The Gusset.
Tee hee -- oops! Didn't expect that! But thanks (as ever) for your marvelous words and a nudge toward that flight of fancy.
You put into words the feelings that I have being a third-culture kid ❤️
Yes! Same! Definitely 3rd culture kid dilemma!
Anna, this is just beautiful. Sometimes your writing just stops me in my tracks and the rest of the world falls away for a time.
That means so much to me Peggy, thank you ❤️
Soo much connects to my experience as a woman who moved across the world (Britain to Aotearoa/New Zealand in my early 50s. Never fully feeling at home in either land. Thank you.
I’ve been wanting to explore the theme of “Home” for Seven Senses -- and you really hit the nail in the head with this one! I can deeply relate to these feelings as someone who grew up in two countries (a combo of the US & Europe, like you). 🫶
Definitely a theme worth exploring again and again. Already looking forward to what you put together ❤️
I’ve never read anything that so accurately describes this feeling I’ve carried my whole life. Thank you for this. I need to print it out so I can read it again and again. Love you, mean it.
Beautiful -- love how you explore this feeling, this longing-- and in August too when I can almost taste it on my tongue. Indeed I CAN taste it as the summer fruit succession unfolds, one stone fruit at a time until we're well into apples and I absolutely need to feel wool fleece in my hands yet again.
For my island is neither here (where I live), nor there (the place I grew up), but rather on the whorl of a spindle twirling steadily over six well-fleeced sheep. Invisible to the naked eye most of the time, it manifests briefly on Tuesdays on my Substack, The Gusset.
Tee hee -- oops! Didn't expect that! But thanks (as ever) for your marvelous words and a nudge toward that flight of fancy.