choice

essential lessons from expat life

When my family and I moved to Australia five years ago, we told all of our friends and family at home it would be two years, three at most. Oh, how wrong we were. Turns out that even a predictable life can take an unexpected turn or two when you make it happen. 

CONTINUE READING

For years, I didn’t have a hobby. I thought that hobbies were always something like art or playing an instrument. I hadn’t found anything that made me excited enough to declare it my hobby of choice. I told myself that I just hadn’t found my passion… and that kind of freaked me out. 

CONTINUE READING

The shelf was near overflowing for months, but I wouldn’t admit it. There was always more than a sliver of space which was an open invitation to keep piling. Photo albums, cookbooks, and children’s books my kids had outgrown years ago. All happily co-existed – until they didn’t.

CONTINUE READING