![]() (Even though we begged & pleaded for a nap to shake off the jet lag). Her excitement about being in a new place was palpable. (She also taught me the value of a good pair of those shoes - as long as they were on sale. She made me look outside myself and to walk in others’ shoes. She forced me into uncomfortable situations to learn that it wasn’t All About Me. She never wanted to stay in the expat “bubble”, but set out to live where there were few westerners around. She taught me to respect the differences in people, to know and understand their religions and their cultures. ![]() While it was my dad’s job that took us overseas, it was Mom who took me by the hand to immerse me into the new place. My mom was the trailing spouse, usually the one who packed and unpacked our belongings at each new post while dad was off to meetings around the globe. ![]() We lived in Japan in the early 1960’s, and later in Belgium, the Philippines and Singapore. My father was a international businessman, the director of sales and marketing for a large petrochemical company. ![]()
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