Last night, sometime between midnight and 3 a.m., I had an epiphany. I woke with a jolt, my mind bursting with an idea that would revolutionize the lives of expat women the world over. The secret to expatriate happiness was laid before me with such startling clarity that I wondered why no one had ever thought of it before.
Desperate to capture this flash of inspiration before it disappeared into the ether, I fumbled about in the dark for a pen and paper. After scrawling my brainwave on what I later realized was a sales receipt, I slipped into the deep, dreamless slumber of the unburdened. The secret was safe!
When I woke up this morning, the first thing I did was snatch up the scrap of paper that held the key to a blissful existence for all my expat sisters.
This is what I found:
Er… never mind.