Stories from an American living in Bulgaria
Last week I wrote a blog about our trip to Vienna and I realized that it was mostly complaining. Honestly, I find traveling with a toddler difficult. He has lots of energy until he doesn’t…
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This past weekend our family traveled to WordCamp Europe in Vienna. Overall, it was an exhausting trip, and I am starting to question whether I should be taking my child to a conference or (now…
Sometime in the past ten years (maybe more) “tourist” has become a bad word. Everyone wants to be a traveler. They all want to claim their wanderlust and no one is a lowly “tourist.” Although…
Last night I drove again for the first time in over six years. Real driving. Not just around the corner or home to the store, but sixty miles an hour on a dark, winding road…
Living in Bulgaria, I think that my major issue with body acceptance revolves around accepting my own body. I have not experienced catcalling or disgusted looks on the street. No one comments on what I…
So I have my old letterman jacket. The one I begged my mom for in high school because I absolutely NEEDED it and I would wear it “FOREVER, I promise!” Yeah… I have that one.…
Peatuk’s language progression is still absolutely amazing to me. At the moment he is playing in the shallow waters of sentence construction. Usually 3-word sentences. Things like, “Daddy play Pipi,” (Daddy play with Peatuk) or,…
I have been thinking about killing off this blog lately. Honestly, it started when I was first in Bulgaria, as a wide-eyed Peace Corps volunteer, continued through marriage, moving to Turkey, settling in Bulgaria, and…
Saturday, it started snowing in Bulgaria. It was a light, constant snow. By Sunday morning, the city was pretty much snowed in. Since it was our day off, we decided it was perfect timing and…
Lately, my mind has been tripping along the roads of fidelity and commitment. Of open relationships and the meaning of poly. Of being an adult and married with a kid. Of being seen as “straight”…