You Might Be an Expat if…

You take pictures of consumer goods when you are home for summer break You go home for summer break You can do currency conversions in your head as fast as your times tables Everyday math means figuring out time zone differences Your packing skills are legendary Your speech is peppered with foreign lingo and slang…

Coming Home

Yesterday I flew home. As an expat, home is a word I use loosely. Home is where my husband and my boys and I have dinner every evening, where we drool on our pillows, where we fight and dream, love and argue. In that sense, home is anywhere from post code 2900 Hellerup to a bathroom-less…

Where everybody knows my name

Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home. A friend’s recent blog post got me thinking about the concept of home, particularly about how it relates to those of us throwing darts at a map to see where we shall be living next.  The ex-pat life is one of extremes and contradictions.  On…