There are always some which flourish; some, that with the right care, blossom and grow and flower.
Those are the ones that sting to leave behind.
There are always some which flourish; some, that with the right care, blossom and grow and flower.
Those are the ones that sting to leave behind.
Listen to grandma! If you’re new to this circus, give yourself some breathing grace.
Living in a constant state of flux is difficult, as the last year has proven to the whole world.
You know who lives in a constant state of flux?
Expats.
Unless you’re living under a rock (superb social distancing points), navigating this virus is affecting most aspects of our lives. It’s upended economies. It’s uprooted nations, plans, and traditions. The damn virus is upskirting us all–exposing fault lines within countries, within governments, institutions, and families. I feel a bit like a menopausal monkey, swinging wildly…