Longing for the Netherlands, Stroopwafels, and the Real Thing
We don’t crave the things we’re close to, even if they’ve shaped us into who we are.
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After immigrating from Finland, I adopted Florida and all its freaks, swindlers, addicts, and charismatic criminals.
Luis received the first coins he had ever held. “Keep these safe,” the man said. “You’ll need them.”
In class we’d learned the Australian flag was blue to represent the sky and ocean both, our collective identity shaped by that constant hue.