Nomad no more
Australians boast the inglorious irony of being the best off people in this pandemic and yet we’re potentially…
Defining horizons
The memory and the dream are one and the samea phantom limb that I would break my own…
Going for glocal
The other day my dad kindly informed me that if I ever stood for politics I’d need to…
Which Bible expat are you?
Thought I'd share something different this week. Here's a quiz for anyone who's ever lived abroad.
Which Bible expat are you?
Below is a quick questionnaire about your experience overseas. Each response links to one or more people from Scripture.
What feels like home
4,000m above sea level and 400,000m from the closest shore of the Pacific Ocean, playing beach volleyball every Sunday afternoon in the park somehow became one of the defining elements of my life in La Paz.
Now, at sea level and right on the shores of the Pacific Ocean, playing beach volleyball every Monday evening in Manly is becoming an anchor, a touchpoint, to each week here in Sydney.
It's funny, the unlikely things that make me feel at home.
80% Australian
Approaching this Australia Day, I’ve been thinking a lot about my Australianness. Or lack thereof. It’s not that…
How South America messed me up good
People always ask me about my time in South America. Some are genuinely interested, while for others it's the polite and logical thing to ask. In either case, the truth is that these conversations have started to get a bit repetitive and I'm often left wishing I could say more than: that Latinos are warmer; that Andean dishes contain too many carbs; that working with survivors of child sexual abuse was hard as you'd imagine but so rewarding; that I'm not sure how to answer your question about how good my Spanish is.
The worst thing is that I can't seem to do Bolivia and Ecuador justice - not in a brief conversation that could turn to a different topic at any given moment.
So below are a few noteworthy things I don't generally get to share about the impact that my time in South America has had on me as a person and who I am now.
Next stop: Sydney
Tomorrow will be my first day in Monday to Friday, 9 to 5, paid employment in Sydney. There is…
Reconfiguring Home: Weddings and Earthquakes
October 3 She is lovely. Creamy vintage lace, delicate buttons all down her back, descending into a sweeping fishtail. I…
Almost-no-longer-twentysomething
“You’re not 25 anymore, y’know,” my sister says. She’s being gracious. After another year abroad, I re-enter my…
What makes a goodbye good?
One month from today I say goodbye to La Paz and Bolivia. And I’m feeling pretty good about…
Turning points in Timor-Leste
January 2011 was the month I spent as an intern in Dili. It was an amazing experience: I got…
Stuff that doesn’t make sense
I count the days till I go home and they are too many and yet too few. I think…
Is that MY voice?
So there is this hilarious line from The Emperor’s New Groove we always quote. The villainous Yzma turns into a…