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On Sunday, January 22nd, a friend and I visited the famous 221B Baker Street. Most people will know this is as the address of the so-famous-you-might-think-he's-real Sherlock Holmes and I suppose having a museum in his name doesn't help that either.…

. . . or København if you are a native.



First, a little backtrack. Jessica arrived in London on Saturday November 19th. Qas, Sara and I picked her up at Gatwick. Our first order of business was to attend Mel's hen-do - the bride of the wedding I will attend in a couple of weeks. Basically, we had a great week with Jessica, and it culminated in a trip to Copenhagen with Julainne.



Saturday, November 26th

We left VERY early, took a taxi to Gatwick in the dark…

London makes you distrust people. It's true. Londoners watch others warily, belongings and children hugged protectively to themselves.  Cynicism is everywhere.



On the tube, people sigh in exasperation at the gall of other commuters - ones who take up too much room with a bag at rush hour, ones who over-extend their use of the arm rest, ones who don't know to move further down the carriage and, worst of all, ones who try to get on the train before everyone has gotten off.…

I'm definitely a TCK (Third Culture Kid). In fact, by now, I would be considered a 4th or 5th culture kid. I have nomadic parents and I am a product of their itchy feet/wanderlust/bedouinism (choose whichever trendy word you're enjoying at the moment).

I was born in Karachi, Pakistan where my parents were both raised. I was almost immediately taken to Muscat, Oman where my father had been sent by work. Soon, I had 2 new sisters - twins! - and we were then moved to Dubai, UAE.…