I thought I was a seasoned traveler.
I thought I was great at this.
I thought I was invincible.
I’ve flown dozens of times, and never did I ever think I’d end up the victim of the dreaded cancelled flight. 595 more words
A few weeks ago I was contacted by Paula Vexlir, a registered clinical psychologist who lives in Argentina. She leads continuous research on Spanish-speaking expats to increase awareness of specific ways to support the Spanish-speaking expat community. 138 more words
The idea for this post came from an expat group I’m in, so the question was originally: When you moved to Hilversum, what is the one thing you wish somebody had told you about? 382 more words
As I’ve previously discussed on this blog, I didn’t do a huge amount of preparation for expat life. I didn’t give too much thought to the practical difficulties, the language barrier, or indeed the many positives that would emerge from such a big life-change. 784 more words
I have a confession to make: I have a superpower. It first started when I was aged 17, on the bus to college. A friend of a friend began sitting next to me on the bus – a very friendly chap – but even at the time I could tell that his bubbly personality was all bravado and he had more issues than… 826 more words
Even as late as September this year I was far from certain that I would be moving to Paris the following month. Whereas moving to New York (for a job), and Sweden (for university) entailed almost a year of planning, this move played out with utter spontaneity. 1,023 more words