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Where I’m From

These poems were written for our 10th grade English class (Ella this year, Matea last). It’s a bit of an odd assignment to ask a class of TCK’s to write a poem about where they’re from, but it was also good, because it asked us to name objects and phrases that shaped us, instead ofContinue reading “Where I’m From”

Act justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly.

(this was written by both of us) Black lives matter. They always have. They always will. I wish that I could write a poem, something deep and profound that makes people long for change and justice. But as I’m sitting here now, I’m speechless over the brokenness of my country and the pain of myContinue reading “Act justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly.”

The Straight Path

It’s really crazy to think that this week would be our mid-term. If life was continuing like normal, we would be at a conference in Spain for our mission agency right now – hanging out on the beach and catching up on a week of schoolwork. Due to COVID-19 though, we are both back inContinue reading “The Straight Path”

Uncertain

Uncertainty is hard for me. I’m the type of person who likes to know what to expect, and I want to have a plan to stick to. As MKs, that’s a real bummer, because we experience a lot of uncertainty. Throughout our whole lives we deal with spur-of-the-moment goodbyes, sudden moves, and unpredictable violence, sickness,Continue reading “Uncertain”

It Is Well With My Soul

This old hymn came from a man named Horatio G. Spattord, and he was no stranger to sadness, confusion and endless questions. Horatio had a family, a wife and five children. Unfortunately, in 1871, one of his sons died of pneumonia, and then, later on in that year, he lost a lot of his businessContinue reading “It Is Well With My Soul”

Vacations, SWATT team style

Our families (Sunds and Watts) go quite often together on “family” vacations. The first vacation that we have been on together (that wasn’t a Serge conference) was a Tanzania vacation. We go many times, we drive to the same place, at a nice beach in the middle of nowhere. It is a gorgeous place whereContinue reading “Vacations, SWATT team style”

Where did we come from? Where did we go?

“So, where are you from?” oh boy. here we go again. As a Third Culture Kid, this is one of the worst possible questions to be asked. It makes our stomachs sink as we stand there gaping like a fish, trying to come up with a simple answer. For most people it’s not exactly rocketContinue reading “Where did we come from? Where did we go?”