My Many Identities: Speaking More Than One Language

I know we all have different versions of ourselves. We have the version of lounging at home on the couch, we have our social selves and we have our work persona. But when it comes to speaking more than one language, I feel like I also have different identities.
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Reversed Worlds

I am back in Paris, which means I am back to being the foreigner. Yet, for some reason, I feel caught between two worlds. Continue reading “Reversed Worlds”

Photo Gallery: Turkey Run State Park – Indiana

On my visit back to the United States, my family and I decided to go camping. It had been a few years since I had done such a thing. We used to do it actively back when I was younger. We had a trailer, went four-wheeling on the Oregon coast and even took a road trip to Canada. Since we sold our trailer (years ago… I must have not even been 10 years old), we haven’t done much camping, and naturally, I am much more of a city girl. But hiking and kayaking have always remained one of my favorite things to do when outdoors, and I was lucky to do such a thing with my family. This was the first time I was in the states for more than a week and a half (I was there about three weeks – more about that and the reverse culture shock in an upcoming post). Continue reading “Photo Gallery: Turkey Run State Park – Indiana”

To the Woman That Taught Me to Travel

On Saturday, August 5th, my mother finally accomplished one of her biggest dreams. She graduated from the University of Purdue (it’s ok, I guess I can allow being rivals only for university – I am a big Indiana University fan). This was a big day for my mother, someone who has sacrificed so much for others. Continue reading “To the Woman That Taught Me to Travel”

Getting Ready To Go State Side

This weekend, I am leaving for the states! This will be my third time visiting since I moved to Paris three years ago. Continue reading “Getting Ready To Go State Side”

I Am a Melting Pot

“Where are you from?”

The hardest question for me to answer. I cringe when I hear those words, I start stuttering over noises that seem to be coming out of my mouth and I start running through all the of places that I have lived the past 19 years of my life (13 to be exact). Ever since I have moved to Paris, I seem to be hearing that phrase more often. Continue reading “I Am a Melting Pot”