Listen to grandma! If you’re new to this circus, give yourself some breathing grace.
It’s the annual summertime dance around the expat maypole— if the maypole was made up of travel documents, shipping instructions, and school applications with ribbons of packing tape flying in the breeze.
So in January 2020, like every other year, I bought myself a spanking new planner. A whole book of crisp, white pages just waiting to be filled in with the mundane and the exciting. Coffees and dinners and deadlines and trips! (We had a lot of travel planned for 2020). There were big birthdays and…
This week my kids went to school. Normally that’s not a noteworthy accomplishment. But we’re living in anything but normal times. Then on Wednesday the husband, who’s been merrily working remotely from our bedroom, went into the office. The door closed behind them and I was left with an empty house and an empty day….