I’m home. Sort of. I’m back to being able to recite the pledge of allegiance, drive on the right side of the road and converse fluently. I’m back in the US of blessed A. And I’m happy. I’m proud this is my country. Perhaps I even feel a bit freer and braver than before. Certainly, the bravery is needed right about now. Read More…
…and we’re married!
Being married is like before but better. JD is now fully, legally what he has already been in my heart. I fail to properly describe the awesome (in the true sense) moments we’ve had moving from Engaged to Married. So I won’t try. Instead, just thank you to all the friends, family and special randoms who’ve made it the beyond great that it is. And mostly thank you to JD, my travel partner, life partner, my partner in crime and now my husband.
Some might take this title as a jilt to the Emerald Isle. Just to be clear, I mean it in the best way possible. Not only is Ireland the homeland of Oscar Wilde and Frank McCourt, it’s an inspiration to all who appreciate words. The gray and the green mix into the perfect backdrop for inspiring readers, writers and daydreamers.
Thanksgiving as an expat is a day of mixed emotions. It lives up to its name and makes you stop and appreciate the important people in your life. But when most of those people are on the other side of the world, it also does a great job making you homesick. And so, with an ambivalent heart, I stepped into my very first Thanksgiving in Vietnam.
This is the kind of street art I thought only Bert from Mary Poppins does. But during a trip to Toronto I discovered that there are still a few dedicated artists who choose chalk and side walk to create their masterpieces. As much as I enjoyed watching the artist work, I enjoyed watching the reactions of other people even more. Businessmen in suits paused their cell phone conversations to take a look. Kids pulled their parents across the street to see. It seemed that no matter what type of rush they were in, everyone wanted a minute to the watch the transformation of a regular old piece of pavement into a work of art.