Tuesday, 22 September 2015


About a week ago I sent my son to kindergarten. It was his first day in a big school. His first time to meet school teachers and kids he doesn't know. To see playgrounds, gyms and libraries. To eat lunches and snacks all by himself. It was very overwhelming. The next day, I sent his teacher a letter. 

Sunday, 3 May 2015

I just want to be happy

It's crazy how accurate a reflection this is of my life. Especially the zipper part. 

Thanks Mario for the LOLZ.

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Beauty is in the arms

It's hard to write when you're constantly self-editing yourself. It can become crippling. And for the past few months, that's how I've felt. But you know, you forgive yourself and you move on. And I want to move on.

So let's start with beauty.

Monday, 1 December 2014

This Christmas, dress appropriately.

Welcome to the December #TrailingSpouseStories blog crawl!

This December, we talk about the much anticipated and somehow dreaded, ultra sentimental Christmas holidays. How were the Christmas holidays outside your home country?  How is it similar and different?  What did you enjoy most spending Christmas abroad?

Find out how we spend our holidays and how it feels to spend it in different corners of the globe, so don't forget to read more stories of fellow trailing spouses at the end of this blogpost.

This was the year we were supposed to have a snowy white Christmas. This was the year we were supposed to be away from family for the first time in our lives. Well, maybe not the first time. At least for one of us.

I wasn’t excited at the prospect of freezing my body’s extremities or being huddled around a decorative non-functioning electric fireplace or having to shovel snow off the car. And most definitely not excited to be the one to dress the kids everyday in 3 to 4 layers of clothing every time we need to step out the door.

The fire is broken.

Friday, 7 November 2014

Night owls don't dance.

Every night I look at the clock and think I should be in bed right now sleeping. But of course I don't. There's something I'm refusing to let go of. I dunno. The dark. The silence. The void. The couch all to myself and whatever's left in the fridge. I dunno what it is. Some part of me.

I wrote a whole paragraph trying to figure it out and deleted all the nonsense. Only one sentence remained. And I couldn't stop my eyes. Because I knew it was true.

Monday, 3 November 2014

All we bring we leave behind.

Welcome to the inaugural run of the #TrailingSpouseStories blog crawl hosted by Tala Ocampo and Didi of D for Delicious.  

This November we talk about our First Voyage as trailing spouses and what we’ve brought with us, rather: what’s in your suitcase? 

Please see the end of the post for other #TrailingSpouseStories.

When we left the Philippines to start a new life in another country, we left many things behind. Clothes were given away. Toys were given away. Furniture was sold. Our car was sold. We said goodbye to Miyagi. Although I’m still holding out hope he can join us here someday.

Miyagi, stealer of fried chicken.