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Three years in…

Later this month we will celebrate three years. Three years since our wedding day, and four years since we first met. Two, almost three houses later. 3 countries. 6 national parks. 9 US states. Marriage is a strange thing. By strange I don’t mean bad – I just mean that it has changed my life. Actually, i’m safe in saying that it has changed both of our lives irrevocably. Sometimes, it is not the decisions you come to that is ultimately important, just that you Continue reading →

Expat or immigrant: being an inbetweener

The idea of home has been a reoccurring theme of my writing for almost 10 years. What makes a home? what does it mean to go home? What if home is a troubling idea? What does it mean to be an immigrant in contrast with being an expat? is being an expat a privileged status? Ziya Meral posed this question a few years ago: For those who leave their country of origin and venture far; do we ever return ‘home’? ; http://t.co/aKRWpPRp I don’t remember Continue reading →

I am a citizen, therefore I will vote.

I am a citizen, therefore I will vote. I am back in australia just at the minute. I’ll share more about why I’m here another time, but first I’ve been thinking about citizenship and voting. I confess that I wasn’t really aware that there was a state election in New South Wales approaching until a week ago. I saw the stern and serious faces of the candidates in the local newspaper waiting on the ballot order. I am registered as an overseas elector, and I Continue reading →

The Green Card Club

The “you are preselected for a new credit card,” and the junk mail from cable companies are some of my least favourite kind of mail! The kind you rip up or shred without even taking a look at them. On the other hand, the white envelopes with the US citizenship and Immigration Services blue logo have become some of my favourite kind of mail. At each stage, they have heralded some little step forward. This time we are moving a leap forward! Last week, RM Continue reading →

Land of the Free?: Meditations on being an immigrant

A Greencard. Surely, you’ve heard of those. Apparently they are the holy grail for the entire world. Because, it seems, at least if you’re watching Fox News that everyone in the world wants to be American. Perhaps then, some of the things I will say about being an immigrant will be a shock: Not everyone grows up wanting to take on the nationality of another country. I love being an Australian. If I hadn’t married an American Serviceman, I certainly wouldn’t have considered Permanent Residency Continue reading →

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 →

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 →

The Murphy’s Law of International Removals

Some days don’t turn out anything like you imagine or hope. I had imagined ending the day with a feeling of relief washing over me, and a nice glass of chilled Sauvignon blanc in my hand. But it didn’t end up like that. Oh, no, in the land of international removals, it seems like it is par for the course. This is what my patio looked like earlier today. I had hoped it wouldn’t look like that this evening. But, that was not to be! Continue reading →

Ready for this: to love someone else

To love someone else: I’m just learning what it really means. Day in & day out. Separated by 1000’s of miles or by the sheets and extra covers my small little self needs to stay warm: the learning is a process. Being content – being away from each other – is harder than I ever could have expected. And that’s saying something given how much time we’ve had at a distance already. The thunder rolls. I normally find this comforting. But not tonight. Tonight, I Continue reading →