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Kendra

Vancouver, A City of Contrasts

Moving to Vancouver from Ottawa years ago, was easy, it wasn’t a difficult decision, nor was it a hard transition. It just seemed right, we fit. We threw ourselves into the outdoor life, hiking, snowshoeing, running, biking, and walking everywhere. We did what so many transplants do, we moved into a tiny 750 square foot apartment in Yaletown, our rent

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Culture Shock
Kendra

Culture Shock & Kids

I have had to really dig deep to understand all the ramifications that the ping pong effect of culture shock and reverse culture shock had on me growing up. What I have discovered, in all the great literature that is out there, culture shock is described in very linear way, and somehow disappears after you have gone through all of

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Culture Shock
Kendra

The Effect of a Constant Mobile life On A Child

Why are you moving? A basic question that most will answer in a basic, for “a job” response. This is the answer so many people give me when I ask them whey they are packing up, and moving abroad, or across the country. It is simple, easy, and most people don’t press any further, except for me, it is my

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Kendra

Running Forward

  Moving around was never easy, it came with a lot of baggage and consequences. When people ask “where are you from? or what was your favourite country?” I feel like a whole host of conflicted feelings arise, and I never know how to shut down the conversation before it can even start, because once the conversation starts, it might

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Kendra

5 Reasons You should start Traveling with Kids Early

I guess you could say, I was born to travel. I mean, it is sort of in my DNA. My Father grew up as an original Third Culture Kid. Born into an Air Force family, he moved from England, France, Morocco and Syracuse. When he joined Foreign Affairs, he and my Mother instantaneously began to move and travel. At one

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Culture Shock
Kendra

Cultural Identity

I am not exactly sure when I became aware of my skin colour, my identity, my accent, my Father’s unique job or even my birth country and how obviously out of place it all was to my surroundings. One move seemed to blend into another. The only thing I seemed to know, was how to navigate new schools, and airports.

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