The move to Australia has been a long time coming but now that I’m here it all feels very abrupt. The Englishman got wind of a potential Sydney posting months ago so we’ve had plenty of time to get used to the idea. But no matter how organized the packing job, or how much advance … Continue reading
In the blink of an eye, my two years in France have come and gone. Nice and I have had a classic romance: I was infatuated with the light and the color when I arrived and then reality set in and I had to work hard to learn the language and ingratiate myself in order … Continue reading
“Sorry, I have to work late” takes on a different meaning when your boyfriend is a foreign correspondent and the region he covers is quickly descending into war. But that is essentially how a recent conversation went. It looks as though our plans for a weekend visit will have to be put on hold – … Continue reading
I have a week off from school so I decided to hop on a plane to Tel Aviv to visit the Englishman. We are trying to keep the space between visits to under two months. Ridiculous by most standards of coupledom, but it’s an improvement for us. I arrived at the airport, and after surprisingly … Continue reading
No matter how long a visit, I have with the Englishman, I never seem to realize it will come to and end, until its time to say goodbye. This time we had a full month in each other’s company. Something of a record for the past few years. We certainly crammed a lot into the … Continue reading
