You are never far from a horoscope when you live in India…
The beach was absolutely fantastic except for three things: 1. No real coffee
2. Our son hates sand and
3. I missed Christmas.
Thank goodness for the archives to help us remember what happened this busy year.
The kitchen is our place of refuge and rejuvenation. You’ll often find us there hovering over the stove, washing dishes or simply sitting together, waiting for bread to bake, on the thick checkered Tibetan rug we put into the middle of the room for exactly that purpose. It’s where we go when we’re content and …
I realized at some point between Will face-planting into a puddle of pigeon-poop and me accidentally covering the kitchen floor in microscopic shards of glass from a broken vase, that perhaps it wasn’t so much that I was having a bad day, but instead that I needed–very much–to have one. I needed a short break from happy.
Alternative Title: What we do when we’re not sleeping.
On the expatriate temptation to get too comfortable