The one about finding people who get where you’ve been …

Let me be the first to say – this is by no means dissing any of my existing friends, especially those who are close to me and have been by my side throughout everything.  You are all wonderful, and I value you all.

3 years ago, I was struggling with the TTTS/TAPS diagnosis, endless doctors appointments, not knowing if my children would live or die.  I was in a country where I barely spoke the language, with only my husband knowing the full extent of what was going on, and our parents to a lesser extent.  A lot of my pain and hurt I hid from public view (this is part of who I am) and internalised.  On top of that, being part of this mysterious 10% that got a condition that not many people understand, and not being able to find good, reliable and easy to understand information about – things were stressful.  And it felt like I was alone. Very alone.  16,000 kilometres away from my family and friends, and very little emotional support. Continue reading The one about finding people who get where you’ve been …

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So last night we went out for dinner with my parents. A old friend from bowling (yep – I used to do 10 pin bowling for a sport. Fun fact, I once came 4th in Australia) was driving through and crashing at my parents house so we went to the local pub where they have…

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The one where I read a book and decided to talk about it …

First of all, let’s get one thing sorted here. I am not paid to write this review. I bought the book with my own, hard earned cash.  I won’t receive any kickbacks from writing this review.  (Well, maybe some gratitude from the contributors of the book if it sells a book or 2. ) I have friends who have contributed to this book who’ll get something out of it, of course, but for me, well, all I’ll get is a thank you and of course the experience of reading the book.  All opinions of said book in this post are my own and may or may not be influenced by a couple of glasses of wine – purchased by me with my own hard earned cash.

When you’re an expat, you hear all the stories. The good, the bad, and the ugly.  And believe me, there are some really ugly stories out there – bad guests, bad visitors, even bad doctor’s experiences.  But there’s also the stories that make you laugh, cry and empathise, because well, you’ve been there and done that as well.  It’s what makes being an expat a unique experience.  You are a first hand witness to culture shock.  Continue reading The one where I read a book and decided to talk about it …