Most of us cannot go somewhere on the ground where all our people and our perfect lifestyle exist. We must find that psychically — call it our “global niche”.
Sometimes this expat has felt like a duplicitous sell-out for socializing with people she normally would not.
Change is in the air and we’re redefining things we thought we knew. Where we begin and end. If democracy means we have to live with choices we wouldn’t chose.
Can grief-illiterate Americans grieve in public — and out loud? Restricting who we talk to about death can cut us off from people unafraid to hear about it, perhaps those even able to console us.
A global nomad now back in the USA misses the special status of food.
Tourists in Istanbul’s shopping Mecca have been so traumatized they can no longer distinguish an invitation from an inquisition.
Suspended between multiple worlds — challenged in your pursuits and interests by culture, geography, language or time zone? Welcome to the GlobalNiche club, where our situation mismatch is our secret weapon.
What comes first, the hybrid self or the hybrid life? Are our most resonant peers made or born?
When we invest in relationships and work in tandem with others our results can seem like magic. Sometimes even black magic.
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