A Migrant By Any Other Name is an Expat

My family and I are migrants. More commonly we are referred to as expats. This is despite the fact that upon closer inspection, we actually meet the criteria of migrant workers more closely. Yet expat is how we identify ourselves as well as those we know. I suspect it has a lot to do with the…

The Little Expat That Could

Dear New Expat, Right about now you’re probably sitting in a brand new house in a brand new country, surrounded by a room full of  boxes. You’re probably feeling a little overwhelmed, wondering how you’re going to manage. And by ‘how am I going to manage‘ I really mean “have we made huge effing mistake???” Maybe you…

Playing by the Rules

I love rules. Rules make my life comfortable, they help to organize my brain, they ensure my husband and I have an hour or so to ourselves in the evenings. Granted, maybe I am not as fond of rules as a group of ten year olds who seem to require 249 different and separate rules while…

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…