I'm sitting in bed in a modern hotel room in The Hague - that famous city known for tribunals and the Peace Palace.
There is much I could write about this city from the small amount of time I've been here, but it is nothing compared to what I could write about the people and new friendships budding at Families in Global Transition.
From sun up until way beyond sundown my heart has been full - of laughter, of reconnecting, of amazing conversations and new connections. But most of all, full of the best sort of belonging.
When you move a lot, you pack up your life along with your material goods. And when you pack up a life, you also pack your heart. After awhile you stop looking for belonging. It's not because you are cynical - it's because you recognize that belonging shifts a bit with each move and there are places and people where you will always feel more of a sense of belonging than others. So when you find yourself in a room full of kindred spirits, you catch your breath. "Is this quite real?" "If I close my eyes, will I find it's my imagination?"
My favorite moment of the day came in mid afternoon, when in a crowded room I ended up with a Pakistani adult third culture kid living in Dubai, and a Dutch adult third culture kid raised in Pakistan. In the middle of a crowded room two people I had never met were immediate friends through country and experience. It was more than amazing - it was pure joy.
In a television show called "Friday Night Lights" a high school football coach works to make his football team the best they can be. Before every game, this group of teenagers, who come from many different family situations, gather for one purpose: to play their absolute best, to play with their hearts. The captain of the team leads them in what becomes a resounding cry in the show. Clear Eyes, Full Hearts. Can't Lose.
And that is how I feel tonight.Clear Eyes, Full Hearts. Can't Lose.
Note: check out Mariam's blog: And Then We Moved To... - it's great!
