Suddenly the days have become sunnier and the trees more glossy. The food has become more addictive and the cheap massages and pedicures more tempting. I’m sure you can guess why… it’s because we know we are leaving. Partir c’est mourir un peu say the French. We Brits say, parting is such sweet sorrow. I’d … More Loving and leaving
It’s been a funny kind of summer. To kick-off my six weeks back ‘home’ in England I played that well known expat game of musical beds. 30 days meant I stayed with 16 different sets of people in 10 different towns, visiting several of them more than once. I counted three hotels plus two nights … More The Expat Summer Shuffle
It’s still only three weeks into January. Already life seems to have picked up the pace and yet, only two weeks ago it still felt like Christmas and I was in London and squeezing into the boys’ one-bed flat. Since then I have been to The Hague, flown back to KL, had a few days’ … More The final proof
Last week I found myself in conversation with someone I had not met before. We asked each other the usual questions: where’ve you lived, what are your kids doing, how do you like to spend your time and where have you travelled in SE Asia? As often happens when two people meet who have lived … More Cumulative Grief – is it a superpower?
The worst thing about being a global nomad has to be saying goodbye to good friends. The best thing about being a global nomad has to be making new friends, friends who become soulmates in record time. I’m trying to be circumspect. You cannot have light without dark and, were it not for the less … More Finding my sunny intervals