15 years, 7 countries and 3 continents later, I call myself an eternal expat.
Each time I move to a new country, I usually spend the first month (or two!) asking myself the same question: “what the @#$#$#% am I doing here?” Friendless, jobless and clueless is usually a pretty succinct description of me at the beginning of each expat stint, no...read more
I was standing in the middle of the grocery store, holding my shopping cart, having what could only be described as a nervous breakdown. All because I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember what bread crumbs were called in German. And I couldn’t find them in any...read more
I was a hot, sticky mess. Only 3 hours in the desert and my mind had gone still. Still from the silence around me, but also still from the lack of thoughts in my brain. As far as my eyes could see, the desert loomed ahead. Pink and orange sand dunes stretched out...read more
As expats, we always say that living abroad changes us. Living in a foreign country teaches us valuable lessons, about ourselves and about the local culture and customs, which we experience first-hand. Different countries teach us different lessons. Sometimes, even...read more
For the past few years, my husband and I have unknowingly and totally unconsciously started a new tradition: each time we moved as expats, we combined our international move with an international pregnancy. As a result I kept starting a pregnancy in one country and...read more
Until the very last second, I wasn’t sure if I would go. I berated myself for making this incredulous plan to begin with. Deciding in theory to take a few kid-free days to ourselves to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary seemed like a good idea at the time. My...read more
Languages fascinate me. But from as far as I can remember, I took the ability to speak more than 1 language completely for granted. It wasn’t until I became an expat and met my husband-to-be and built a life around speaking and hearing at least 4 foreign...read more
My Italian story starts with an Italian boy of course. Our first encounter was at a student orientation meeting in a university class, in the Southern English city of Brighton. When I asked him where he was from, he said to me with a grin “I’m Italian.” With a name...read more
When the moving van drove away with the container full of all our belongings, there was a huge lump in my throat. He took my hand in his, handed me my coat and suggested we go for a walk. As we stepped outside, it started to snow, pretty little droplets pelting us...read more
You wake up in the morning to discover both kids down with a mysterious sickness. It is a truth universally acknowledged that as soon as the expat husband turns on his travel switch, the kids turn on their sick switch. Cue in missed schooldays, doctor’s appointments,...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.