15 years, 7 countries and 3 continents later, I call myself an eternal expat.
I knew the minute he came home at 5 pm. Early, by his standards, so something was up. “We need to talk, honey” said M. I knew what was coming. Since the start of 2018, we had known that our future hung in a precarious balance. Our expat lives in Dubai had an...read more
As expats, many of us move to a new country, and then ask ourselves: how can we make a difference in the local communities that we now call home? Some of us volunteer at the local animal shelter in Jakarta, others teach English to underprivileged school children in a...read more
“Look quick!” I shrieked to my daughter as we walked through the winding alleyways of the maze-like old Marrakech Medina hand in hand. The air was thick with the smell of spices and orange blossoms where the local women were arguing over the price of lamb at the...read more
He looks away so that I don’t see the tears or the longing in his eyes. After a few seconds, he turns to look at me and says with a forced smile “It would have been tough to go back, but I think not going back has proved to be even harder. Somehow, I lost all my...read more
Call it serendipity or a twist of fate – but when I got the email, I was traveling. I was on a beautiful five-day tour exploring Italy’s stunning Amalfi Coast. And I was not supposed to be checking my email. That was one of the rules my husband and I had agreed upon...read more
As an expat blogger and writer, the number one question I get asked is “why do you call yourself an expat and not an immigrant?” Now, I know that the word ‘expat’ turns people off. When they see ‘expat’, they read ‘privilege’ and imagine me walking with a sign on my...read more
She gave the globe a spin, and as the continents, oceans and countries whizzed by, she looked up and asked “Mama, where is Australia?”read more
I confess - I have long had a rather complicated relationship with the idea of having help at home. I suppose it can all be traced back to my childhood in Pakistan. Growing up amidst a plethora of house help was the norm, for upper middle-class families such as ours....read more
I looked up at the government officer and could clearly see the confusion on his face. My Pakistani self, didn’t correspond to my American driver’s license or the residence visa in my Italian passport sponsored under my German husband’s name.read more
Despite all the advice of “they’re too young”, a South African safari with our two year old and five year old turned out to be an amazing travel adventure for the whole family!read more
Hi, I’m Mariam! When I was 19 years old, I left my home in Karachi, Pakistan to go on an adventure. What started off with just me and one suitcase, has turned into a full-blown expat adventure. Read more about me and my family.