One Foot In, One Foot Out

The last few months have been mild with a chance of uncertainty. There have been lows of sorrow and confusion, with projected highs in the upper range of understanding. I’m exhausted. Yet after a lot of wine and some self-examination, I’ve think I’ve finally managed to diagnose myself. I’m having a mid-expat life crisis. We left…

Oh say can you say…

Far be it for me to pretend expertise on the ex-pat front.  I’ve only lived out of the US for 4.5 years, only 2 countries under my belt.  Despite cultural differences, both have been fairly easy places to blend in as ex-pats.  I have met people on this journey that have spent their entire lives…