Heading Home

If I'm driving to my parents house in the country I often tell people I'm heading "home" for the weekend. While I'm there, in their house, the one I've called my own for years; the one where I celebrated our marriage, and returned with baby, after baby, after baby, after baby. So many babies. While I'm there, in their house, my home, on a lazy … [Read more...]

The Backstabbing World of Working From Home

Working from home means I often walk from room to room while carrying a laptop and wearing noise cancelling headphones. The headphones often feel like I'm entering a vacuum, the modern seashell to an ear. While I sit at my desk in Doha I can immediately be transported to a colleague's inner city Melbourne apartment with the muffled sounds of … [Read more...]

Why I’ve Been Taking Pictures of the Back of my Head…

I've been taking photos and video of the back of my head for around 8 months now. It began post chemo when my hair began to thin. Just the odd sneaky shot to see how things were looking back there. Scrutinized and then deleted for fear of being caught. The weekend when I began to malt more than a siberian husky co-incided with a volleyball … [Read more...]

The Expat Home

The children came home to find me sobbing on the couch. "The most amazing thing has just happened" I told them while smiling through the tears. If you happen to have a teen in your house right now you'll know the look they gave me. "Mum's lost it again. Here we go..." In my mind it was miracle. The message came through on the blog, via … [Read more...]

Don’t Apologize For The Good Bits

A girlfriend of mine removed her recent family holiday snaps from Facebook. I know this because I wanted to go back and have a second look, I was interested to see whether they'd tagged in the name of exactly where they stayed. The shots were, as they say, picture perfect. The beach looked beautiful, the food fresh, every shot said come to Asia … [Read more...]

Every Expat Parent Knows It…

Born in one country, living in another - the beginning of expat life. My first baby was 11 days old when we made our way to the airport. In those 11 days we'd taken part, like many before us, in the expat version of the Amazing Baby Race. From the moment our newborn had made an appearance my husband was on a mission - a series of challenges for … [Read more...]

Rescue Dogs Are Like a Box Of Chocolates…

When you rescue a dog you can never be too sure about what you're going to get. The beagle, a Texan, came from the Houston Beagle Rescue Association. An organization which appeared (from its website) to have dozens of middle-aged beagles with some serious baggage. Each beagle had an icon to click with a story to tell. "Her previous owners … [Read more...]

Boarding School – Here’s Our Truth

It was April last year when I wrote about our eldest heading to boarding school. The reality had arrived. I couldn't keep pretending it wasn't going to happen. We'd not only said it out loud but we'd paid the deposit (ouch) and it was time to get my head around it before she started at her new school in February. In Australia private schooling … [Read more...]

The Oxygen Mask

Anxiety arrives in various forms with the arrival of any new baby. Even the most experienced of mothers will find herself questioning the sound of a cry, a change in appetite, or forehead temperature. An expat mother adds another layer to the unknown, she is often on her own, away from family and navigating a foreign health system. It was for … [Read more...]

Follow The Blinking Cursor

I began writing online in a hotel room, the natural habitat of a perpetual expat. With a blank page and a blinking cursor I typed the words with the idea of an online letter: We've made it! We are FINALLY here in Doha. We haven't quite arrived in the state we were hoping, the house in Houston is still on the market, the children don't have … [Read more...]