About Me

Once upon a time, I was just an effervescent, vivacious bibliophile mainlining caffeine, running around a big city in high heels and living life to the fullest. I loved meeting new people, going to the movies, trying new restaurants, dancing until dawn and having heated debates about controversial socio-political issues. Then, when I least expected it, some random guy crash-landed like an asteroid in my life – and changed its course forever. I wouldn’t change a thing because my husband is everything to me. Now, over a decade later, we love each other more than ever – and we walk together, hand in hand, on an uncertain path we both hope will ultimately lead to parenthood.

8 thoughts on “About Me

    • Thanks so much for stopping by at the beginning of the year to leave this message – that’s really kind of you, and very much appreciated πŸ™‚ I was in a pretty dark place for a while at the end of last year, but I’m glad I came back!

  1. I just read your post about being the the coffee shop filled with children and it really made me laugh. I too make the crazy eyes at every little cutie I come across and then worry what the parents must think. Especially here as kids tend to want to come an explore the only yellow haired, blue eyes person in a restaurant/waiting room/ street full of dark hair and dark eyes. I worry not only that a parent will fear I will grab their little one and sprint away but also that I’m committing social and cultural faux pas by doing things like making faces and sticking my tongue out. Usually the parents’ ‘who is this crazy foreigner?’ look if beaten only by their kids πŸ™‚

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