My parents both use the phrase I’ve put here for the title of this blog – I’ve arrived, and to prove it, I’m here! I looked it up on Google and discovered that it comes from a 1950’s radio show called Educating Archie. Regardless of the roots of the phrase it’s been swimming round my … More I’ve arrived, and to prove it, I’m here!
I stopped organising my kids’ playdates when they were about seven years old, I suppose. And so it’s a little bit weird to find myself, now, here in a new country, with a 21-year-old back in the nest who doesn’t know anyone his age. Moving to a new country with school age children means that … More Call me an old tart…
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
I was very excited to hear that, this week, an old friend of mine, who has the accolade of being the person most postings have coincided with (Stavanger, London, The Hague) was coming to KL for a trip. We arranged to meet for lunch today and her friend, American Marta, was taking us to a … More Ten friends
On my previous post I wrote a very sad poem that elicited lots of soothing comments here and on Facebook. The weird things is that however emotional I may have felt when I wrote the poem, I felt better immediately I had done so. Also, my life did a 180 degree turn within seconds. I … More WWWhat it’s really like being neWWW