Tag Archives: exotic

Haw Par Villa, we hardly knew ye

When I was very young, I loved poring over my parents’ photo album. It was glossy and black, with a fierce looking tiger on the cover. I always handled it gingerly because it was irreplaceable: a cherished souvenir my dad … Continue reading

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Finding the exotic in the mundane

A few weeks ago I was involved in a cross-cultural training session for a young family that was moving to Australia. I was regaling them with tales of my embarrassing misuse of Aussie slang, and somehow the expression “crazy as … Continue reading

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Hello world!

If the name of my shiny new blog sounds a little wistful, it’s because I miss – deeply, achingly, knife-in-the-guts miss – my expat days. Not everything about them, of course – I don’t miss weeping in frustration because the … Continue reading

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