We started around the corner of West and Hortense. There’s a eucalyptus tree I've walked past hundreds of times. As if by instinct, I looked up at it as we passed. It danced with the wind against the bright blue sky the way it always does on afternoons in Southern California. The air smelled like fall, like back-to-school mornings, and trick-or-treat nights. The setting sun beat through the magnolia trees, the freshly mowed lawns smelled only the way freshly mowed lawns can, and school bells rang their afternoon song. Suddenly, I was back—walking to school with friends, coming too fast down the street corners on my razor scooter, getting nervous when we passed the cute boy’s house on family walks after dinner.
Read MoreI sat on my couch, sipping coffee, looking at a photograph of our recent trip to Colorado displayed on our smart TV. The Indie folk I started listening to while living abroad was humming along in the background.
It had been a year and a half since we stepped back on American soil. I still remember the mugginess I felt as we walked off the plane and into the jetway. It was quite different from the crisp, fall, morning air that greeted us in 2018 when we landed in Munich, Germany.
Our time abroad was officially over and the heartache of leaving a place that quickly became home began to set in.
Read MoreI was standing by the soundboard turning on the projector and the mics when I saw her enter. From her shiny brown hair and trendy clothes, I could tell she was young—maybe college aged—and possibly an international student. She stepped timidly into our meeting room and looked around for a free seat. Once she found one, she gently pulled it away from the rest of the row. Social distancing has made everyone think they must sit alone if they come alone, putting a seat in between ourselves and someone else. So, she sat alone, and I had a sense that what she needed was company. One person spoke to her, and I could tell from her halting Spanish that she was from my own passport country.
Read MoreWhere are all our housekeeping fans? {crickets, crickets}
Okay, so house cleaning and home management might not top our list of fun pastimes, but they are a necessary part of this overseas life. Whether you keep a sparkling clean house, or you fall into the “God bless this mess” camp, this episode is for you. Our friend, Sharon, joined us to talk all about our home management personalities, household help, and fun tips for keeping up with the demands of life in a busy home. And what house management discussion wouldn't be complete without talking about finger crinkles and floor drains?
Read MoreThis morning I woke up to an invitation from a neighbor (via social media) to our whole apartment community. We were invited to sing hymns from our balconies together, since Germany has suspended church meetings.
Inspired by the viral video of Italians singing out their windows across empty streets, our neighbor invited us to do something similar. I'll admit, I was conflicted a bit about joining. I didn't know all the words and worried it would feel like an awkward performance on my part.
But we gathered on our separate balconies and, as the singing began, I forgot all that. More and more neighbors spilled outside, waving as they joined in. A woman stopped on the sidewalk below us and listened, occasionally wiping her eyes. We ended up with nearly half of the balconies between two buildings filled with neighbors singing hymns together.
Read MoreIf we’re honest with ourselves, we’re probably all interested to see what others’ people’s kitchens are like. The kitchen serves a huge purpose. It where we prepare meals and serve others. It’s like the Grand Central Station of the home, receiving a large amount of foot traffic. And for expats, the kitchen can also be one of the quirkier parts of the home.
Read MoreWhen we moved overseas, I had the unique, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to start over with my home decor, and I didn't want to squander it. I had a vision for a home that would help us breathe, make others feel welcome, and inspire me to do more of what I wanted and needed to do -- like be creative and hospitable, rather than stare at my phone, procrastinate, and mope. My goal was to strike a balance between minimal, for sanity’s sake, and showing off all the stuff I love, for joy and beauty.
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