Spending My Misspent Youth in Places I’d Rather Not Be.



I’ve never lived in a country for longer than 8 years. When I left America I was convinced it wasn’t permanent, that we’d stay here for a couple of years and then go back. I was convinced I’d be there when my friends graduated, I’d grab a date for prom with them and we’d all go to college as a team. My life for a while was in a made up temporary state and my heart was never fully invested in the country I found myself living in.

I’ve never considered myself to be a South African although my passport and ID will tell you otherwise. I think I’ve always just been a child of the universe, an international baby born and raised: born in Singapore, raised in America, matured in South Africa with a few summers in England and Spain thrown into the mix. My childhood was interesting, loud…

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