Now that I’ve been here for awhile, I feel like I have found my way (literally) enough to begin to form some pretty solid questions about life in the old smoke. That may be one of my favorite parts of city life. It’s just never boring. Every day brings new questions. Like, …
When I was packing to leave Zambia, I had a few rules for my clothing: I brought nothing back to the US that had spots or holes. This narrowed my wardrobe by over half and crippled my ability to actually make a clothing choice. I’ve never considered myself to be particularly …
Do you ever have moments when suddenly, the thing that you have wanted seems much, much more daunting than you realized? I think you probably have. Cause I wanted to hang out with those lions real bad… right up until the moment when I realized I would actually have …
Nothing quite feels like Christmas. Over the month of November, the local grocery started decorating for Christmas. It started small, a few lights and tinsel strands and week after week has grown into a full-fledged Christmas extravaganza. Frankenmuth, look out! I’ve been learning a lot about traditions. Though independent, Zambia …
Hey friends. Me here again. Now back in Zambia and properly settled back into a new living space, with new people around and new stuff to do. I took a hiatus from the blog. Not really on purpose, but just because it was an easy thing to let fall to …
Time is all a relative thing. I’m not going to launch into any sort of diatribe about how age is just a number. (The romantic in me believes this to be true, but my recent ventures in C25K and the odd pain and trials its has caused my body …
Today’s post is purely confessional: I have house help. I understand that that’s kind of a weird thing for a person in my particular stage of life (single, no children, not a particularly booming social calendar, a fairly normal/regulated work schedule). But wait, wait. Let me explain. In …
There are basic things about driving in Ndola (Zambia, Africa) that you learn to get used to, i.e. Left side of the road, right side of the car or the rule of rolling or the “I’m holding my arm out the window and that means you’re going to let me …
I have been back in Zambia for two weeks. They have been full of adjustment and readjustments and lots of time to reflect on all of the changes in my life these last six months. I often am asked how Ndola is different from where I come from. I …
It has been raining in Ndola for about 72 hours straight. Not the Seattle, drizzle kind of rain, but the kind that makes you glad to have rain boots and bright yellow ponchos at your disposal, regardless of their fashionability (or lack thereof). The kind of rain that keeps you …
