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Dear 2008 You

It is 2008, and our conversation is yet to ride the waves of the internet. Like a bird that seeks to beat a fast-moving train, it is getting harder to pick up where we left off. No matter how furiously we scurry and scribble through each page, our letters tarry to the finish line, lagging three months behind, responding to a stadium that has long emptied.

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An Uncertain Delta

I met J in the flesh on a very cold January day in New York City. We were at the big Barnes & Noble in Times Square. I was only seventeen. I gave her my copy of Haruki Murakami’s South of the Border, West of the Sun as a first-meeting gift...

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This visit doesn’t feel the same as the others. I’m not bubbling with excitement at the thought of reuniting with my extended family. I’m not salivating over the giddy, delicious flavours Indonesia’s food has to offer. My shoulders are heavy with sadness, numbness, apprehension and guilt.

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Time Trilogy

When you were on Guam in the 1970s, you were at the edge, staring down into the abyss. We were a 5-hour flight from the West Coast to Hawaii and then another 8 hours till solid ground. Packages took 3 to 4 weeks by shipping if they caught the right boat...

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The Digestible

This guy really is just passing the time, I deduce from his gestures, intonation, and eye contact. He has bigger fish to fry, women to (attempt to, at the least) seduce, beers to guzzle, joints to roll, greasy kebabs to inhale at ungodly hours, and throbbing Sunday morning headaches to nurse. He would rather talk about prostates and pension funds than hear what I’ve got to say...

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Late To The Party

I grew up in Pakistan, where one’s life’s trajectory is comfortably pre-ordained: one must get a tertiary education at a reputable institution, during or following which one must get married and “settle down”, and then, of course, oblige one’s in-laws by producing a strategically interspersed brood of obedient children...

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Letter from the Editor

Welcome to edition two!

Wow. We have been stunned by the positive responses from our first edition and want to start by saying thank you for continuing on with us as we begin our second foray into the marvellous world of being a TCK. 

Somehow an unspoken rule has arisen between our writers: bare your soul and regret nothing. These incredible humans have been astoundingly brave in their admonitions: their downfalls, flaws, fears and vulnerabilities are printed fearlessly in this issue of "Better Late Than Never." I am so proud and in awe of them all.

The first article goes live this Sunday morning and it's a bit of a heartbreaker. We can't wait to share it.

If you have time, why don't you drop us a line? Let us know how well you think we're doing! While we wait earnestly to hear from you, we will lovingly labour on. We hope we're scratching that itch to connect candidly to new cultures you may not have met just yet.

Thank you again for your continued support.

Ava Senaratne
(From Sri Lanka, Dubai & Australia. Living in Melbourne)

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