People First, Nation Last
I’m not usually into labels, but there’s one that truly fits. You can call me a postnationalist. Sure, I’ve been hating and disrespecting borders for
June 23, 2020
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I’m not usually into labels, but there’s one that truly fits. You can call me a postnationalist. Sure, I’ve been hating and disrespecting borders for
Remember playing musical chairs? Obviously, it’s been a while since you’ve played because we’ve all been quarantined for weeks. But do you remember that feeling
When choosing which stories to share with The Black Expat community, I do my best to demonstrate the real-life ups and downs of my expat
Once again, I find myself in a precarious situation. No longer a legal resident in the Netherlands, still certain I don’t want to return to
When I moved to Amsterdam, I lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment. As one with a limited budget is known to do, I bought furniture
Black women. We stay on guard. We’re moving through spaces where we’re not welcome. We persist in times of oppression, invisibility, disregard and misunderstanding. We
I woke up the other day in a panic, thinking, where am I? Draped in a blanket that smelled of my apartment in The Hague,
I grew up believing in the fantasy that adults make correct and permanent decisions. Once you choose a career, partner and place to live, you
About six months ago, I returned to my apartment in The Hague with a new sense of uncertainty. This small, one-bedroom apartment, in a city
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