As much as I love my busy life and beautiful family, I miss those increasingly rare moments of ‘me time’. The moments where I’m just me.
A teeny tiny speck of a village; forget to glimpse right from the 7 highway and you’ll miss it. Cannondale is a historic gem of a spot with quaint written all over it.
It’s a glimpse into the spring to come. It’s only going to last a couple of days, but it’s a welcome solstice from the chilled, snowy themes of February
It’s the eve of our first ‘moving to America’ anniversary. This time one year ago, we were saying our fond farewells to our nearest and dearest and preparing to embark … Continue reading
I’m currently sat in the New York Library typing this. I’ve walked past this building a few times on my minimal visits to the City but this is the first … Continue reading
During the summer months, the town of Stamford, CT hosts concerts by a range of artists. These concerts make up the series Alive @ 5. When I discovered the event, I … Continue reading
Adjusting the mirrors in our 4×4 after dropping my husband at work, the realisation suddenly dawns on me, I exist. For the last two months of our adventure in the … Continue reading
Now that our home has taken shape and we’ve been freed from the weekends of furniture shopping and fund deficits, our Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays are reserved for a spot … Continue reading
Driving over Tappen Zee Bridge, one of the gateways over the Hudson, we began to get a feel for the mountainous terrain that towered in front of us. My husband had … Continue reading
Before we came to the States, I was aware of but had never celebrated nor thought much about, that American holiday that almost trumps Thanksgiving and certainly Christmas, July 4th … Continue reading
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Even the striking beauty of Newcastle upon Tyne, England, couldn’t keep Rebecca Longman from wandering away. To London she went, where she dubbed…
Today’s post includes answers to a few questions I was asked by the owner and founder of Jambo, a brand new app designed to help expats and work travellers make … Continue reading
Over the last few days I’ve been knee deep in boxes, furniture building, lifting, carrying, organising, sorting, tidying and homemaking. For the first time, I’ve felt like a Real Housewife. … Continue reading
It’s been a few days since my last post which means we’ve been busy! I didn’t post yesterday because Monday is ‘food shopping and catch up on washing from the … Continue reading
We’re four and a half weeks in. Now that we’re beginning to settle into expat life, many people are asking what we’re doing with our time and how it feels … Continue reading
It’s only 3.30pm, and I feel like I’ve lived through about three days in as many hours. As I write, I keep having flashbacks to my tour.
A plane flies overhead, and I wonder its destination; pondering if it’s somewhere as beautiful as the setting I’m seeing in front of my eyes at this very moment.
Unfortunately, hot weather means appropriate clothing, and appropriate clothing means getting bits out you may not have seen in quite a few years…
After a morning of moping and reflecting, I dragged myself out of bed, showered, put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and a little bit of lipstick and ventured into town. It’s amazing what a “bit gip” can do.
I thought spending time in New York City would make me miss city living, and miss the bright lights of London, but it didn’t. I was so happy to come home to my quiet neighbourhood in Stamford at the end of a long day trudging the flamboyant, bustling streets of the metropolis. Maybe it’s an age thing, but as much as I love the city, I love suburbia more.
When I woke this morning, from a restless sleep, I couldn’t decide whether I felt nervous or excited about my day trip to the City. I was tired and irritable, and it was stupidly hot in our apartment.
After my last, slightly downbeat, post about the trials and tribulations of life as an expat, I’ve gone back to my usual upbeat posting style for a review of our Sunday exploration up north. Much like normal life, despite the rough bits, there are plenty of good times too. This weekend is Memorial Weekend and on Memorial Weekend there are two things Americans like to do.
Being an expat means making the same decisions as you do at home but in a place where you know nothing.
I must tell you, no children were harmed in the making of this story. However, I must also warn you, if you want to keep your license, and face in the States, never argue with an American school bus.
As he drove, I sat in passenger seat feeling a lovely little fuzziness of happy tummy and slightly buzzy tequila head. It was the perfect Mexican evening.
This morning I feel shellshocked. Don’t panic, it’s nothing serious, I’m just a Stateside alien struggling to adapt to life across the pond. My day started with a barrage of … Continue reading
So, yes it’s hard, and yes when I’m mid 2-minute stint of intense running and I can barely get my breath I want to stop, but, my inspirations, along with my competitive nature to beat anything in my tracks, make me keep pounding every next step on that cross trainer. How about you? What makes you push yourself when you want to give up?
Mystic – the home of the 1980’s film Mystic Pizza! And it’s still standing!
As we drove home, I was complaining about being tired because I’d spent the day trying to achieve things and I felt like I’d achieved nothing due to forever getting … Continue reading
Recently, I’ve written a lot. With so many words flying around the pages I began to wonder what was driving me to churn out so much content. So, I started … Continue reading
After my little rant about the supermarket this morning I feel this evening I must eat my words. Or at least write new ones that tell a brighter story.
All week I’ve been doing firsts. The first time I drove to the supermarket alone; the first time I parked the car (bus) alone; the first time I used the … Continue reading
After the serious message I wanted to get across in my last post I thought, given it’s Friday afternoon here and the weekend is set to be a scorcher, I’d … Continue reading
A dear friend of mine pointed me in the direction of a recent article written in the New York Times which discusses the dire conditions many workers in nail salons across New York City face.
Today has been… an experience. Some good bits some, well, let’s call them interesting bits. This morning I stopped in for my morning Starbucks while catching up on a bit … Continue reading
Today it hit me. I live in the U.S of A. Not England. The place where a good cup of tea is on tap; where shop assistants don’t gush friendly … Continue reading
Human nature drives us to need a purpose to survive in life, but often the purpose we follow is arbitrarily placed on us by someone else. Image source Unfortunately, many … Continue reading
“Moderation is the key of lasting enjoyment.” — Hosea Ballou As an English Rose, coming to the US everything seems large. From the drink carton I saw the visa security … Continue reading
Not my usual genre, but I was doing some research for a piece and it inspired me to blog about something a little different… The layman has likely only heard … Continue reading
Why do you think Copenhagen is the happiest City in the world?
In my view, it’s a mix of the outdoor lifestyle, good food and the trusting nature of the Danes that makes Copenhagen the happiest city in the world.
As a kid I was described as gregarious, a social butterfly in fact; I found it easy to make friends back then. image source As life progressed, things got in … Continue reading
My Story. In about six weeks from today, I plan to be making the move Stateside. This isn’t my first big move, although it is my first move abroad. About … Continue reading
I was given a new camera as a birthday gift last November and I realised I was able to take better photographs than I was on a phone, mainly due … Continue reading
Our visit to Verona was only meant as a resting place while travelling from Bologna to ski in the Dolomites. Originally, we had booked only one night in the ‘Fair … Continue reading
Espresso – it seems – is a classless beverage; everyone from business men to the homeless hunt out their fix. It’s not a difficult find given there’s a coffee shop … Continue reading