You Got A Friend In Me

Earlier today I was thinking about the fear and anxiety people are beginning to have around social distancing and how actually, it isn't too dissimilar to the feelings I had when I became an expat. I felt isolated, alone, unsure... I am not a licensed therapist, counselor, etc. but I can be a friend. A... Continue Reading →

a bit anxious.wow.

My blog is public, which is why in several posts I have explored how vulnerable I should be with my readers. But, basically, I pretty much know all of you that read my ramblings about my challenges as an expat, and how anxious all of theses challenges make me feel. Well, I thought I knew... Continue Reading →

Living in Wonderland

Every time I sit down to write, everything seems like a jumbled mess. In theory I am trying to break it up into separate experiences but how do I talk about x without talking about c, to get to y? Everything I do, see, hear, taste the whole experience is all interrelated so sometimes (all... Continue Reading →

Suck It Up, Buttercup

I never considered a static life. I suppose many of my friends and family would not call their lives static but to me, never leaving where I grew up seemed fixed, not growing, not developing, static...(don't @ me, I understand life differently now). I don't know why I came to feel like this. Maybe it... Continue Reading →

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