Christmas Flowers
When I moved to Canadaland, my first step was finding a local gym that could become my home-away-from-home. Not that I’m a particularly gym rat, but in the muddled transition to a new country, I knew it would be a good way for me to get out of the house, meet new people, and embrace…
I’m sitting cozy on my couch industriously working on my laptop while the cats intermittently play and sleep. It’s perfectly fitting that as I type this I hear the delivery man at my door, unloading my order; he’ll ring the door bell any minute now to let me confirm delivery and sign the receipt. I’m still…
I went to China. For three weeks, I was free to roam the city alone for a vast majority of the daylight hours each day; just me, myself, and my camera to explore the cultural goldmine. Husband was at work. English-speaking friends were limited (but a gem to find!). I had a bicycle, a bike…
Since our international love story started in Africa before we roadtripped from our wedding in North Carolina to our new home in British Columbia, travel has long been part of our lives. At the very least, we’re budgeting each year to be able to visit my family . . . and as time and savings…
Moving to a new country isn’t easy. It can’t be. It won’t be. Even in one as closely tied to my motherland as Canadaland has been and will be, the cultural idiosyncracies are numerous. Example: just today I went to the bank to withdraw some cash. I explained to the teller the amount I needed…
We meandered through the Fraser Valley as the sun set behind us. We drove through the Coquihalla Pass and stopped at the summit among the snow. We climbed into the Canadian Rockies, leaving me breathless. We circled Calgary. We watch the plains of Alberta whiz by …very, very, very slowly. We made it to Edmonton…