The Other Trail is on Summer Leave

I’m leaving, on a jet plane

Don’t know when I’ll be back again

In the years that have passed since I first packed my bags and left home in search of adventure, experience and a broader understanding of the world and all its diversity, I don’t know how many times I’ve muttered these words under my breath, feeling anxious, excited or exasperated.

We live a beautiful, rich and privileged life, my family and I. Moving to a new country, creating a new home and a new life every four years, we share amazing experiences with wonderful people across the world. But we also live a life with more change than stability, a life where long term plans are pointless and a life where roots, belonging and identity are constantly challenged.

Trying to create a sense of belonging and a spatial anchor in the world for our children is of utmost importance to us.

In summer, I spend my time raising Vikings.

Vikings, who run wild and free, with scabs on their knees and tangles in their hair. Vikings, who know how to be home alone, go grocery shopping, recycle and navigate in traffic. Vikings, who relish to repeat rituals in the form of yearly hikes, forest runs and playground climbs. Vikings, who read and write their native language reasonably fluently and who understand the cultural codes and social norms of this wonderful country we call ours.

Summers belong to the Vikings.

Happy summer, everyone. I’ll be back in August.

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