Expat Limbo
Approaching the three-year mark of our Canadian posting this expat's reached an impasse...
“I have a house…”
Far from here, a world away in time and distance, a house patiently waits for me, forever in freeze-frame, like the old grandfather clock in the nursery rhyme that "stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died."
Torn
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!
The hardest part…
My biggest self-discovery on my expat adventure, is that I am actually a very serious nester, a homebody. This doesn't exactly sit well with the expatriate life we have chosen...
