Sometimes all that’s required for things to work out is patience. When we came sight-unseen to Canada our quality of life took a nosedive while we got ourselves established…
Describing an encounter with depression during her family’s expatriation to Houston, USA, Laura J Stephens’ memoir will strike a chord with displaced souls everywhere.
It’s a big confusing world out there and belonging means someone’s got your back. But what happens when you try to join a group that’s not your own?
Not nearly enough is written about Borderline Personality Disorder, and often what little there is, however insightful, leaves you with a foreboding sense of the enormous obstacles preventing us from functioning on a similar level to those free of this frustrating and debilitating condition…
When you move to a new country the heady exhilaration of discovery is addictive. Your senses are sharper, you’re fully alive – you’re a nomadic ninja, travelling the world, living on your wits!
When I agreed to become a “Trailing Spouse”, “Expat Wife” etc. I let my natural optimism carry me. I looked forward to change, new opportunities, seeing more of the world. I was excited.Oh yes! You could say I am the Queen of Naive Thinking!
What does the term “expat” mean to you? If anyone had asked me that a few years ago, it would have conjured up images of sunburnt Brits on the Costa del Sol, eating full English breakfasts, wearing Union Jack shorts and waving cans of Carlsberg at anyone within shouting distance.