I’ve been rather quiet for the past couple weeks, I know, but I have a good excuse. I was busy putting together my first art show in Munich. » Read the full post
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Warning: this post is going to gaze squarely at my navel. Like, even more than your average post on a personal blog. I apologize in advance.
As of this summer, I have spent ten years of my life in Europe – ten out of the last fifteen, with five international (plus a few domestic) moves in that time period. I’ve changed cities on average about every two years.
I feel like I should reflect on this milestone, about how I’ve chosen to live my adult life. But what is there to say? I like living in Europe. I’m OK with being a foreigner. I could try to say something deeper than that, but I’ve never been one for sentimentality. So I’ve spent most of my adult life as an outsider looking in. That’s not so odd, given I spent most of my childhood feeling foreign, too.
I’ve been a little bit foreign almost as long as I can remember. When I was a child our little nuclear family moved from New Jersey to the Deep South. My first indication that this was a bigger deal than our move from one street in the neighborhood to the other was on the airplane. It was an early-morning Delta flight, back when airlines still served food and Delta was still Southern. Breakfast consisted of biscuits smothered in white, gooey, gelatinous ickiness with little specks in it. I looked at my mother questioningly. » Read the full post
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For the next month I will be contributing to the TravelBox Blog over at Slate.com. My posts there cover some of my favorite European travel destinations. They even did a fancy-schmancy caricature of me for the site. Can you pick me out of the three? Quick, go look now!
Time flies when you’re unemployed for the first time ever and trying to get used to a new country. The newlywed thing was the easy part.
A year ago today we celebrated our wedding in
This also means I have been unemployed for a full year now, since I quit my job right before the wedding and move (and Scott started his around the same time). These major life events were certainly not planned to crash down on us all at once, but that’s just how things happened. It was a stressful, fun, surreal transition period to be sure.
OK, I’m going to stop here before I start to wax philosophical. Happy first anniversary to us! Too bad we don’t have any of that dark chocolate Italian wedding cake to celebrate with…
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