When I started writing this blog post a few months ago, I had no idea that this topic would once again be at the forefront of our nation’s conscience. That once again unspeakable evil would occur in the basement of a church. That this post would not merely be an anecdote comparing the histories ...
Almost four years ago, I wrote a blog post entitled When is the Best Time to be an Expat?
I was prompted to revisit that topic by a recent reader comment. This reader was herself moving frequently for her job, and was glad to hear how adaptive most expat children typically are, as she didn’t ...
(This is Part Two of the nailbiter “Will Zax finish his German online class in time before graduation?” Click here for part one.)
It is now mid-April 2015. German 303 is nowhere near finished and it is about a month until graduation. The thing is, we’ve been told you can under no ...
A family of six comes with all types.
I have a husband and a daughter who are superb planners. When confronted with a deadline three months away, they have the ability to instantly backtrack a project start date that makes allowances for events like hurricanes, tsunamis, and as yet unprecedented breakdowns ...
I may have managed to climb Mount Kilimanjaro, but one thing I didn’t manage to do was use my climb to raise money ...
It’s hard to limit this list to something manageable, but here are the things I remember most fondly from our time in South Africa, in no particular order:
- Gas station attendants
- Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika
- Cape Town
- Highveld thunderstorms
- Weaver birds
- The awesome weather
- Cape gooseberries
- Founder’s Day celebrations
- Wine tastings in Franschhoek
- Lekker and Kak
- Street vendors
- The Dainfern shit pipe
- Eskom (ok, NOT! I just threw that one in to see if you were still paying attention)
- Domestic help
- Avocadoes as main food staples
- Yes, Johannesburg
- The view of the Magaliesberg from Northcliff Hill
- School uniforms
- People named Lucky, Innocent, and Pretty
- Namibia (ok, technically not in South Africa, but you get my point)
- Singing and dancing
- Being an expat wife
- Lion porn
- The African sky
I have lately seen a lot of soul-searching within the expat community about the world “trailing spouse.” It’s slightly less loaded than “expat wife” – you know, the one in high heels, cocktail glass in freshly-manicured hands, hanging out poolside with other similarly ...