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The victories of a life hard earned; not taking anything for granted

The list of things I take for granted is very small, and growing smaller with each passing year. In fact, i’m not sure what’s on it anymore. By contrast, all of that which I don’t take for granted is growing ever longer. My health.  My ability to exercise or compete. It’s been difficult watching RM deal with his injury, but I feel like I have a little experience with this frustrated injured athlete thing. Time with Dwight. The future. Time in one location. Being able Continue reading →

Barely scratching the surface

Just about two years ago I arrived home to see a beautiful bouquet of white flowers on our front porch. I was on the phone with my grandmother at the time and, as she reminded me the other day, I genuinely thought they were for my roommate. I almost fell over when I realised that this guy I’d recently met had sent me flowers, perfect lovely wonderful flowers. And the rest is history. ——————– We high fived after hanging another curtain rail. We’ve learned much Continue reading →

The hardest and most heartbreaking part of being an expat

Hands down, the hardest and most heartbreaking part of being an expat are the decisions around returning home to be with family as a consequence of family dealing with severe illness and/or funerals. It’s not the kind of thing that’s going to get you published, or really the kind of thing that you want to talk about. It is however a common experience and one that expats the world over just seem to get. In the six years I’ve been an expat (over the course Continue reading →

Riddling and Diversions

“One [is] a riddle not only to others but also to oneself. I examine myself; when I am tired of that, I smoke a cigar for diversion and think: God knows what our Lord actually intended with me or what he wants to make of me.” A in Either/Or I (Kierkegaard) The next few months will involve a lot of traveling: connecting with friends I haven’t seen in a while, new experiences, revisiting old, and in eating some of my favourite things in some favourite Continue reading →

Transitions

tran·si·tion noun \tran(t)-ˈsi-shən, tran-ˈzi-, chiefly British tran(t)-ˈsi-zhən\ : a change from one state or condition to another : passage from one state, stage, subject, or place to another : a movement, development, or evolution from one form, stage, or style to another : a musical modulation : a musical passage leading from one section of a piece to another : an abrupt change in energy state or level (as of an atomic nucleus or a molecule) usually accompanied by loss or gain of a single 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 →

Almost Homeless

I’m almost homeless. I haven’t really had a place that was my own since I left the cottage-by-the-sea. I’ve seen glimpses of the possibility of home, but I’ve been barely able to make the room in which I’ve slept my own. I’ve moved around a lot, too much even for me. It’s been less and more dramatic than it might otherwise have been. But after 2 years of almost homelessness, I have a home now and it is on the opposite side of the world. Continue reading →

Not prone to Giddiness; or I knew I was falling in love

I think that was the first time I made her laugh: the time I told her that I wasn’t prone to giddiness. I was having trouble sleeping because there were only about 5 hours till I had to get up to go and meet her brother in law at the airport. Yeah, that. There’s an extraordinary sweetness about meeting each other in airports. Then there’s the suckiness of having to say goodbye. The hello’s are mighty sweet. Possibly even okay to get giddy over. The Continue reading →