A tale of frustration, misfortune, and “In Flight” peanuts. … More Chaoatic Departures (Flying to America, Pt I)
January 5th, 2014 You know, living a vagabond/expat life is exciting and I love it. New places, new cultures, getting to live in places where other people only get to visit. I am not sure if I meet the modern definition of a vagabond, whatever that may be, but considering I had not lived anywhere … More Two Familes, Two Countries, and Too Many Miles In Between
You can see how well my time travel plan worked as evidenced by the multitude of posts since then. Ha ha. I am here to tell you though, contrary to all speculation and news reports, that Germerican Denglish is NOT dead. Well, maybe there weren’t any news reports. But I am guessing some of my … More Time Travel Failure (a.k.a. This blog is not dead)
December 10th, 2013 I sold my car the other day, and it sucks! I loved my car. Loved, loved, loved my car! For nine beautiful years I owned the coolest little coupe in the world, and it was a part of me. If you don’t believe that, think for a minute what a car goes … More Cars Are People Too!
For days we made lists, planned, discussed, sorted, gathered, and piled. Do we have enough? Do we have too much? Just enough to get by until all of our stuff arrives, but so we can still survive here right now. All that work, and then two Tasmanian Devils disguised as Professional Movers show up and pack it … More Reality Is Here To Stay, But Our Stuff Is Gone (Moving Update #2)
Moving sucks. There is no way to sugar coat it. Relocating all of your worldly belongings from one place to another is one giant pain in the ass. The last time we moved we did it all ourselves, so while making plans for this move I proudly announced that this would be a walk in the … More Where Did We Get All This Crap? (Moving Update #1)
(Disclaimer: This post will also serve as an explanation for the lack of posts I have published lately!) It is here. The day we feared has arrived, in all of its horror. It has come to kill hopes, destroy dreams, and redefine our family. Uh oh, there I go being overly dramatic again, my apologies. … More When “Expats” become “Repats”