Post image for How do you say…me?

A Brit in the Netherlands finds a foreign language is a hurdle to being true to herself in her relationships with locals, family and friends.


Post image for Getting global derrieres in gear: skills and tools

The world’s widest web is a natural place for global citizens to test and actualize ideas, build community, and even create an unbounded livelihood as entrepreneurs. Tools and support to get you there.

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Post image for What expat bloggers are made of

Expat bloggers flourish when we face a fresh appreciation for who we are, where we come from — and what we’re made of.


by TJansen

Never mind assimilation. When I moved to the Netherlands, I was all about chameleon-ism. I couldn’t look or act or sound American, or lead anyone to believe that I might be the slightest bit American.


Post image for Shophouse talk: architecture as a reflection of a place, its history and people

Penang’s shophouses embodied the equatorial island’s melange of cultures and its exotic mercantile history. How does architecture influence your understanding of a place, its people and history?


Post image for Parents of the Third Culture: where to retire, when all the world is home?

Quandary my globe-trotting American mother is now facing, along with former global civil servants, foreign service members and longtime expats: Third Culture retirement.


Post image for Creative self-enterprise: life is a work in progress

The quest to achieve our best situation (both micro and macro, that’s our global niche!) — as the creative entrepreneurship of self. Suggestions from career renegades, zen habitues, and life hackers.


Cobblestain by S.Koehler

When a longtime expat in Prague takes a photo course she cannot pretend to be Czech — and gains respect for the tourists which throng her city’s streets.


Post image for Your tribe is the new segregation: integration may not be an improvement

As we seek our global niche, we’re integrating across all sorts of out-moded boundaries. You could also say we’re segregating along the lines of our true selves.


Lost Heart by EBriel

For nineteen years Elizabeth Briel was locked in a metaphorical box — first by others, and later by herself – unable to see an alternative to what surrounded her.