Might be fun, no promises.
I don’t think Tom and I underestimated how much work moving abroad and setting up a new life would be. However, we underestimated how much work doing so would be without the things we were used to, like knowing how to navigate local public transportation, having a car, or even just knowing where to go for what. Continue reading “Bondi, Rain or Shine”
It’s tempting, when arriving somewhere new, to ground yourself with comparisons. Continue reading “Newtown, Sydney”
When we were still living in New York we talked constantly about how quickly the days went by. The wedding in a flash and then, once the decision was made, it seemed we were hurtling towards our departure. Continue reading “Early Days”
Congratulations to us, we made it! Let the sunburns commence. Continue reading “Some Frequently Asked Questions about Our Move to Australia”
We had friends, we had jobs (most of the time), we had each other. On top of it all, we had a really great apartment. 600 square feet of efficient cosiness which, thanks to the “open” layout, had the illusion of being much larger. Continue reading “A Haven in Hell’s Kitchen”
Tom and I have now been away from New York for nine days. We left on Thursday morning in a Uhaul packed with the help of our friends in Hell’s Kitchen, and drove slowly through a wintry mix down to Virginia, where his parents awaited us with dinner and their sparkling new upstairs condo, outfitted like a 5-star Airbnb. Continue reading “Stomping Forward”
A lot of the talk recently, and not just in the Ho-Ward household (I haven’t yet changed my name), revolves around babies. Continue reading “Woop Woop”
“It feels like your wedding was ages ago,” my cousin said on the phone last night.
It does and it doesn’t. We’ve been stumbling back into real life, the first week a blur thanks to jet lag, and now, three weeks in, the muted “oh…” feeling has fully settled in: the realization that, after the wedding, nothing really changes about you or your spouse or your life unless you make it so. Continue reading “Don’t Blink”
On Sunday afternoon, I watched Call Me By Your Name and left the theater weeping.* Not because I left feeling hopeless, but simply nostalgic, for old lessons and old times. Continue reading ““Call Me By Your Name” and the Heartbreak I’ve Never Had”
