So asked someone of me recently, and I was honestly confused, for a moment or two. I live here. I am here. My little immediate family unit is here. For me, that’s home. Isn't it? For lots of people, when they’re somewhere that isn’t where they were born, they simply aren’t home. Leaving home For … Continue reading Will you be going home?
An near-empty piste on changeover day. A short tour over the back of the mountain out of sight of town, with fresh powder days after it’s snowed. Living in small flat and having less ‘stuff’. Choosing your lifestyle. Reaching all the kitchen cabinets without moving from the spot next to your compact dishwasher. Having a … Continue reading Freedom is…
Looking around the web the other week for some supporting articles on subjects I was researching for this blog, I kept falling upon 'ex-pat' websites. Sites like 'Expatica', 'expat.com' and 'Internations' to name just a few - full of references to 'ex-pats' all over the world. Today I started to look at the kinds of … Continue reading Time to knock the expats on the head?
I wish I could remember her name. When we one day move to a house again and get our stuff out of storage I’ll find my old travel diary and find out. Not that it makes a big difference. She was so sassy. Had such confidence. Such ease. When one of the guys came back … Continue reading When I met… Francis Ford Coppola
Since it snowed a lot, we’ve done some skiing. I don’t think I mentioned that it snowed a lot. Well it really and truly did. And it scared me. When you grow up in southern England, the idea of snow being scarey seems ridiculous. Snow is exciting. It’s unusual, and when it happens it’s a … Continue reading S’no Fear
So I started researching this article by Googling things like ‘Filthy look, French’. That delivered lots of translations and suggestions for how to say ‘filthy look’ in French. I tried, ‘French, France, dirty look’ and got articles expressing an opinion that the French are none too clean (hmmm, our own showering rate has definitely declined … Continue reading The Look: how the French make you squirm
It’s not that her London life is destroying her, but it’s not inspiring her, either. And the fact is, Naomi’s in love - with New Zealand.