Maybe we’ve made it sound like one big adventure on Facebook, but that’s hard to avoid doing: expatriation really is an opportunity to be a tourist in your own life. US-based, my family wouldn’t have traveled to seven countries in the span of 12 months, learning how to say “hello,” “thank you” and “excuse me”… Read More One Year Later
Dear England: As an American, I have often wondered if there’s anything more awkward and oxymoronic than celebrating July 4th on your shores.
“Let it go,” despite its dubious connotations with 90s-era psychobabble and Disney song lyrics, is a cliché with staying power. Because sometimes you must let it go.
The man I married and I share a few fundamental differences, but the most glaring is this: he is a proficient skier, and I am not. Multiple ski trips and at least three different encounters with private lessons have done little to raise my level of skiing fitness beyond “perpetual beginner,” as my husband lovingly… Read More Should Have Known Better
I spent my 40th birthday in what must be the least appealing venue: an airport, on a layover. Despite being logistically essential to many journeys, layovers rarely rate with the experience of the destination itself, and people will do anything to avoid it. Get from Point A to Point B, and forget what’s in between.… Read More Layover
