Monthly Archives: May 2014

When being In limbo is a gift: immigration paperwork

The last 20 weeks have been a whirlwind. A whirlwind of changes, of immigration paperwork, of realising just how little i understand about being a military spouse. This time last November, RM had just proposed and we were figuring out wedding plans and all of the permissions needed for us to make our late January wedding date work. But work it did and it was beautiful. It required permission from different parts of the AirForce in different parts of the world. It was quite the Continue reading →

Things to Do in New Mexico

New Mexico is both a very very old land and a new state: as I’ve said before “It’s not New, and it’s not Mexico.” Some families with long standing arrived around 1909. it makes Australia feel positively old – yet, there’s something ancient about the landscape and the pueblo culture. Moving to New Mexico with the AirForce isn’t necessarily considered a plum gig (I mean compare it to oceanside or city bases and it does seem rough) but you need to roll with the punches Continue reading →

The Trail of Tears

There is a road leading into our Eastern New Mexico city that has the unfortunate moniker of “the trail of tears.” As families drive deeper into the desert, the negative preconceptions that have been heaped upon them before arriving seem to overwhelm. I imagine it is because the city seems so desolate and rundown when looking at the faded facades and dusty laneways. I imagine it is because the city seems so desolate and rundown when looking at the faded facades and dusty laneways.   Continue reading →

When the world turns upside down

In my world, most of the world is north of where I stand. The water is scarce, the sun burns, and the only bit of land South is Antarctica. Everything is a little bit upside down. Until now. If you have been reading posts here for any length of time you might be wondering why I’m not on a train somewhere in Asia right now. Yes, you’re right. I was supposed to be in the midst of Overland from Oz. But I’m not. Instead, I’m Continue reading →