
I am not quite sure this is a real term,
but it clearly defines a real problem.


The reason I love blogging most is being able to connect with people
who share similar nomadic stories and share the wanderlust for life.
I am on the look out fellow expats, third culture kids, and travelers
for a new upcoming blog series on A Compass Rose. Continue reading

Going through my photographs, my hands found a few poloroids I had taken in my preteen years. Here is a fun memory of spending time with my daddy in Austria. Posing for my dad in his sunglasses and with his beer (my coca-cola is there to the side), with the snowy alps in the background. Continue reading

One of the ‘must see’ places on our trip to Paris, France for our anniverasry was the Love Lock Bridge. I had only heard about this in recent times and had since been wanting to see it in person. In fact there is not just this one love lock bridge in Paris, but many all over the world. They love lock bridges started popping up in the 2000s and lovers worldwide come to leave a token. Basically you come and leave a padlock locked onto the bridge, gate, or fence and throw away the key into the water below. Many of hte locks are engraved or inscribed with intials and hearts.

Last month I had the pleasure of directing
my first reading with Bath Drama
since joining the community theatre group last year. Continue reading

I loved growing up in Italy and so my throwback today takes us back to my family’s first tour in southern Europe in the early nineties. This photograph is from our first trip to the Venice, located in the marshy Venetian lagoon in northeastern Italy. Continue reading