Eight months in, and how is it going, this expat adventure? The crumpets are great, I’ve got to say, and the jam is pretty damn good, too. I’m still bipolar — this is wonderful/this is awful/wonderful/awful/wonderful/awful/wonderful — and I’m starting to hope that, eventually, those feelings will come in succession so quickly that I’ll find some balance by standing right there in the middle, where they flip.
Some days it just seems I’m stuck with lemons. News from home that makes it hard to be away; transition pains that feel like battlefield amputations; another round of cooties from school; distracting home repair problems; the continuing exhaustion of always being out of place. But then I remember:
I have so many travelling adventures to write about, I may never catch up. I’m distracted by making something good out of all these lemons, but I’ll be back … it’s time to pucker up.