If you ever think you can keep a very active blog about repatriating smack in the middle of repatriating, you might realise that you have to rethink. Other things kind of get in the way – I mean literally things, the ones we tend to have way too many of. And I mean literally in the way: A tiny defenseless blog completely crushed under stacks of books, heaps of clothes, an absolutely unlikely and annoying amount of glasses, Ikea packages and more. Continue reading “A tiny, defenseless, sad & neglected blog”
So what strikes me the most, coming home again after 11 years abroad? It’s been 3 weeks, all of them on a boat – our temporary home waiting for the keys to our brand new home which will be handed to us in one week. So it’s safe to say that the everyday has not at all set in, nor has reality really. I kind of feel like we’re just on our annual sailing holiday, although the boat isn’t moving much and the girls have started school. Or that we’re in some bubble, still in an in-between state. Continue reading “What strikes me”
Friendship divorce: Either a two-way split-up, when friends mutually, often tacitly, agree on a divorce, or one-way, when a friend divorces you and you want her to stay, or vice versa. Separation by geography can be a contributing factor to a friendship divorce.
If we stay friends with our childhood friends – the ones we swore we’d stick to for better or worse until death do us part, our blood sisters, future maids of honour and godmothers of our precious children – it’s pure luck, isn’t it? However real our feelings were at the time, chances are slim we’ll end up having enough in common as adults. At some point we stop playing and giggling, and the friendship ends in an often amicable, barely noticeable and quite natural divorce. Continue reading “Friendship divorce”