I used to think of moving as a simple (but annoying) process where you threw everything you had into boxes, stuffed them into a Uhaul, drove across town and then unloaded those same boxes into your new place. Â Oh how I LONG for a move like that…. alas, never again. Â What...
After our patience-trying flight experience, we needed things to take a turn for the better. Thankfully, that’s exactly what we got. We arrived in Sydney and took a cab to Darlington, a suburb of Sydney where my high school friend Ann lives with her husband Will and daughter Freya...
I. Â Do. Â Not. Â Want. Â To. Â Be. Â A. Â Veteran. Â Expat. Zoom in on me kicking and screaming as I’m metaphorically pulled to the one year mark. Â “Noooooooo, we just got here! Â Am I really saying good-bye to my first batch of friends and sponsoring my first incoming...