Travel Writing


27th April 2017

I’ve wanted to update my About Me page for AGES.  Or four years.  Because somehow, I’m now 36.  Even stranger, my fiance has been my husband for nearly four years.  And the tiny human we made is now very tall and seventeen, nearly three years old.  They are awesome people and I’m glad we get to do life together.

However.  That’s not really About Me, is it?  But it’s been what I’ve been all about for awhile.  I no longer think in sentences, but Isla-isms and cartoon theme songs.  It’s a good day if Isla has a good day.  It’s a good night if I sleep.

We’ve moved to Skye from Edinburgh, into a house that’s needed more work than we originally thought.

I love our quirky house, but I’d love it more if we could plant it somewhere with neighbors.  And a bookstore.  And a Starbucks.  And my friends.

I’ve become accustomed to missing people.  Most of my friends are everywhere I am not.  Because I’ve moved a lot.  Before I met Neil, moving and starting over just seemed to be something I did.  I was good at it.  Until realised I didn’t want to do it anymore.

My first move was from Dallas to New York, I was a baby, but it counted.  I lived on both ends of Long Island, flitting between Mom’s house and Dad’s house and both sets of grandparents.

My Dad moved to Scotland when I was 12ish, and I started going back and forthish.  I was just a girl, landed at an airport asking the people of the country beyond its doors to love her.  I loved both.  I love both.  I’m from both.  I’m from neither.

I never kind of embraced my third-cultureishness, but there it is.

You tend to think about this stuff when you turn 36.  And you have conversations with your too-nearly-three year-old that go like this:

Isla:  Daddy’s from Embra.  So, where are you from, Mummy?

Me:  How long have you got?  Let’s just say Canada.

As I write this, I’m at my kitchen table in my kitchen on Skye, drinking coffee and eating cheese on toast.  The snow from two days ago has melted and I’m listening to country music.  Figure that out.

Neil is working from home as he does up here and Isla’s at school because she’s too smart, already.  We have New York magnets on the fridge.  Next to our penguin-in-a-kilt magnet.  I’m surrounded by books and those envelopes with bubble-wrap lining. I use them to send stuff to my friends, where ever they are.

I sometimes wonder if my confusing cultural clutter, even with it’s frequent-flyer positives, is well, confusing for Isla.  But then we have conversations like this:

‘Where are you from, Isla-Monkey?’

She avoids the question entirely.  I told you she was smart.

‘This is my home,’ she says.

‘Yeah.  Mine, too.’


This is my home.

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  • Reply Gabi Coatsworth 27th April 2017 at 1:42 pm

    I understand that feeling of being dislocated very well. I’m an a English woman living in the States, who grew up in London but ended up for a while in a beautiful, but isolated, place in New Hampshire. I missed the stimulus of real live people. But at least I could drive to a metropolis if I wanted to. Not so easy when you’re on an island. I hope you’ll keep writing and letting your readers know how you are.

    • Reply LKD 27th April 2017 at 7:56 pm

      I knew you’d get it. Thank you, that’s the plan!

  • Reply The Indecisive Eejit 28th April 2017 at 9:32 pm

    I’ve missed your writing. Please do more 🙂

    • Reply LKD 30th April 2017 at 9:28 am

      It’s good to be back. Thanks for being out there. xox

  • Reply SickChristine 30th April 2017 at 1:40 pm

    I just moved from Florida to North Carolina. I get this. Also, I love gin. So glad I found your blog.

  • Reply Melissa 30th April 2017 at 3:11 pm

    I have a degree in Cultural Studies, and of all the things I learnt, the lived experiences of people like you, who belong everywhere and nowhere in particular…citizens of the world…were the most intriguing to me! Your tiny human is lucky to have you. 🙂

    • Reply LKD 3rd May 2017 at 6:25 pm

      Thank you so much Melissa!

  • Reply josypheen 1st May 2017 at 8:35 am

    Your Isla-Monkey is such a cutie!!

    I am just reading a book called “what language do I dream in?” by Elena Lappin. I have a feeling you might love it. It’s about a lady who moved several times while she was growing up, picking up languages along the way.

    I love feeling like I have multiple places that are my home (even though I first moved when I was a teenager, so it was a bit late to count as a third culture kid!)

    • Reply LKD 3rd May 2017 at 6:27 pm

      Thanks for the comment and I love book recommendations! Catch up with you soon!

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