Home is where the laptop is
I grew up in Kingsport, Tennessee, a small town in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. A gorgeous area, but back then I couldn’t find an ounce of beauty in the blue ridges and winding country roads. I was too focused on planning my escape, which I made to Atlanta to attend Agnes Scott College, a liberal arts school for women.
It was in Atlanta I met the Dutchman, who whisked me off to the Netherlands. What was meant to be a six-month stay turned into twelve freezing but fabulous years, during which I began checking off the countries on my to-see list. All these years later, I’ve still not seen them all.
Living abroad changed me in ways I can’t count, and though I don’t have the passport to prove it, I am in my heart and soul half Dutch. I know the culture, I speak the language like a native, I love that country like my own.
Fifteen years ago, the Dutchman and I moved back to Atlanta with our two children, but every chance I get, I hop a plane to Amsterdam so I can stick my toes in sandy Dutch soil.
And of course, wherever I go, the laptop also travels.