There is something to be said about the comforts of home. Your own bed; your favourite chair; knowing where all the gadgets are in the…
In America it seems to be fairly straightforward: We move right. In the UK (and potentially the rest of the world?) people seem to move…
Ah, yes. It’s that magical time of year when the clocks fall back an hour as you sleep. I always liked clock-changing times as a…
You don’t need words to know you’re loved. Not really. Sometimes, a box of stuff says it all. Take, for example, the box that came…
Before I graduated from university money was tight. My adult life, until shortly before I got married, was spent not spending money. No, really. Money…
Oh, what a sweet day it is! I arrived home to see that the postman brought me a parcel all the way from America. Oh…
I love olives. They are very much a part of my life. Olives for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Olives for tacos and nachos and pizza. Olives…
I’ve been looking at flats online for several months and now that I’m in town, it’s time to start looking in real life! Of course,…
Today has been a seaside day. But not just one seaside – three of them! Or, really, I suppose it was all the same sea, but just…
I suppose this is a good time to give an update on my travels, since I’ve arrived in Stirling, Scotland, and am now out and…
Ah, the modern world. Don’t you love how it’s filled with gadgets and gizmos aplenty and whozits and whatzits galore? After all, it means that…
Wow! Can you believe that I’m flying “home” to Scotland tomorrow? Or should I say today, since it’s past midnight in the homeland (why am…
I made my way up to Spokane today for my biometrics appointment as part of my visa application for The Big Move to Scotland. You…
I think that one of the worst things about the life of an expat or repat is dealing with food let-downs. Or is that just…
I picked up my medical records today so that I can give a copy of my medical history to my new GP when I arrive…
I’ve decided to take part in the “Dialect Vlog”* craze so today you get to see me on camera. Yay! Here’s how it works: I have…
I am American, born and bred to American parents. My ancestors are Germans from Russia. This means that I am not, contrary to the insistence…
It was September 2001. I was 27 years old and travelling off of the North American continent for the first time in my life. No,…
Well, that’s me home again to the great US of A. But you know what? I don’t feel that I’ve come home. I feel like…