Stories from an American living in Bulgaria
While I was pregnant with Peatuk, I secretly passed the hours researching postpartum depression and, even more secretly, postpartum psychosis. Deep down, a part of me was terrified that I would snap under the pressure…
I can’t really remember when I decided I needed to read some Fitzgerald. It was probably in a cafe, thinking about Paris. With my life over the past 5 years, it might have been in…
2014. I birthed a son. I watched him grow from squirming, weird infant to awesome, curious, nearly walking toddler. What could be better than that? What could sour that perfection? Now that I feel like…
Two years ago, while I was in Turkey, I was taking a class on social resistance. It was a bit too anarchist for my taste (Did I really just say that!?!), but there were a…
I will admit that before I became a mother, I was one of the judgmental ones. I liked to think that I wasn’t. Honestly, I thought I didn’t care about what mothers did because I…
It is official. Really official, seeing how we have internet in our new place… We have moved to Gabrovo, Bulgaria. For those of you not from Bulgaria: Gabrovo is a long (23km), thin city in…
The past month and a half have been incredible parenting months. Peatuk is 9.5 months right now, and he is amazing. I mean, downright charming. I mean, heart-meltingly adorable. Yeah, he is that good right…
Lately I have been complaining about this stasis that I feel. I used to be extremely mobile, and with that mobility came passion and vibrance. But for the past year, despite the amazing joys of…
Nikola and I have started looking for a house. A home. A place to call our own. Partly because next year we will be able to afford a house (barring any crazy financial mishaps) and…
Some days are good, and then some days setting the kidlet down so I can pee is a chore. Yesterday was a difficult day. So while we were cuddled up, letting dishes rot and laundry…