In addition to #bahrained there are also the regularly used #bahrainproblems and #inshallahtiming. Let me use my week to shed light on insiders' terms and give you a glimpse of what life can be like living in Bahrain. Note to reader: I did not make up any of this.
And just like that, we’ve been here for one year [eyes bulge out of disbelief]. In my mind, it feels more like 7 months. To Tad, he says even shorter. But alas, we’ve hit our 1-year Bahrainiversary and we are definitely in full stride. I had full intentions of writing a 1-year blog before we … Continue reading Happy 1 year Bahrainiversary to us!
Note: amateur blogger error. I swear I posted this weeks ago. No wonder no one had commented on it. Ooooops. A little dated now but still worth keeping around for a few laughs and memories. Enjoy! In past blogs, like all of them, I've used the phrase "same same, but different." In keeping true to my … Continue reading Same same, but different
Who knew an oven thermometer would be so life changing for an oven repair man. It was in Bahrain. Read on...
I'm titling this blog "part 1" because I'm sure in the next two years I will have so much more to add. Having only been in the country for 2 months and really living among the people for three and a half weeks (but feels like a year already) gives me lots of room for discovery, … Continue reading Living in Bahrain, part 1
Villa, a beautiful word I previously associated with southern France, green rolling hills, and lots of wine. Now, scratch the wine and the green rolling hills, we are living in a villa in Bahrain, a desert flatland of cement jungles and no alcohol.
Heads up, this blog is not about Bahrain and more an inner monologue of my "nanny conundrum." Please only read on if you have a sincere interest in helping me grow as a person.
The most common question I keep getting asked is, “How was the move? How is it? What is it like?” The answers to these questions are not so straightforward. The short answer is, “it’s good, same same but different,” a phrase often heard when traveling abroad. The more truthful answer is...
My kids were napping when I got to sit in this self-reflection and they were still napping so I decided to dig a little deeper. What, really, is fear? I've asked myself this question for years. It's a goodie. Something I enjoy contemplating.