This won’t come as a surprise to those who know me, but for the record: I haven’t always been an American. I started out as
The Dog is my Dog
Well, this is just great. And when I say “great” I mean the opposite. I was looking at the Icelandair website yesterday, just trying to
Resistance is Futile
Both, my husband and I, are mostly excited about the move. He seems to be more excited than I am at times, because I often
Louder than Bombs
Moving is stressful. Moving half way across the world is so stressful, I am resigned to coasting on four to five hours of sleep a night until late June.
For the past few days, when I’m not packing, I’m in bed with a fever. I think the stress is lowering my immune system. And it’s not just about packing. The logistics of getting work visas, transporting pets, thinking of starting up from scratch over there, tying up loose ends here… it’s just too much at times! The stress is keeping me up at night, and if I don’t get enough sleep I become brittle and start to fall apart. Like right now. Right now I’m falling apart.
St. Elsewhere
On a recent trip to Copenhagen I was talking to someone at a bar and he was saying that America… it’s pretty great. “You’re saying this…
Post-Amerikan 