Took a bit of a hiatus while we moved into the new house, bought a car, and contemplated our first mortgage payment. Welcome home! A few things I’m chewing on these days: PHYSICAL HEALTH – I got a Fitbit for my birthday (happy 34 to me!) and all of this data is really helping me identify … More morale-damaging cardboard boxes (and sweet summatime!)
The American work ethic is staggering, we all know this. I found a similar pace in Abu Dhabi, where so many people – and sometimes their entire families – are tethered to their jobs through visas and relocation packages. There’s a feeling that your job owns you and, on paper, they kind of technically do. … More Werk.
A sometimes inevitable part of the expat experience is a prolonged hotel stay. We’re now going on almost a month (minus the 3 nights we spent in our flat before we moved out) with another three weeks to go in our current place. The previous month was spent in hotels in Belgium, a little extended … More hotel livin’
Home. Baltimore. April showers are actually flurries sometimes in the unseasonable cold. Sirens, horns honking, streets slick with rain. In some neighborhoods the houses are vacant and the corners are patrolled. In others, the eggs are locally sourced and the beer is craft. Everything is so loudly and unabashedly American, and we walked back into … More Repats.
Over the last two years of living overseas, it has not been uncommon to wake up in the morning and feel a bit confused about where and who I am. “I’m in Abu Dhabi. In the Middle East. With my husband. Oh yeah, I’m married now. That happened too.” This regular recalibration sometimes happens throughout the … More a new story, not a continuation of where we were before
I recently wrote a piece for Sass magazine’s online content (“Living an Expat Life“); a short-and-sweet 500 word listicle that I agonized over for three weeks before sending in. As far as freelancing goes, it was one of the more difficult pieces I’ve ever written. Because – -it seems cosmically appropriate that during this time I not … More something completely amazing and mildly traumatic
“Hey, remember like seven years ago when we were both single and working brunch at the bar on weekends?” I said to my friend, Mike. This was last Friday as we were crammed into the back seat of a 4-wheel drive SUV, raging up and down a bank of sand dunes. As the car perched … More life is weird