Rest In Peace: Bonnie the cat. The sassiest four pawed creature I’ve ever known and loved.   How many time’s have we said goodbye now? Since joining the expat ranks that is. There was the first goodbye, just over a year ago, when Karl got on a train headed to Heathrow airport ready to start setting up life for us all. Then, a month or so later, there was the second goodbye. The one in the very, very early hours of the morning out in the street outside my parents house in France. I was crying. My Mum was crying.…

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A non-exhaustive list of some of the things I am currently missing after a glorious month at home. This is the precursor to homesickness. I know. Just let me wallow in it in my jet lagged, emotional state. Disclaimer: please don’t judge me Love Island More specifically, watching Love Island with my bro whilst eating a family size tiramisu Cups of tea in the back garden Hayfever Grazia Being woken up by the dog The cheese shop Make up not sliding straight off Being able to ask someone else what’s for dinner Someone else cooking dinner Someone else clearing the table…

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I’d like to think I have always been fairly honest when talking about my struggle to adjust to expat life. I haven’t ever tried to sugar coat it, nor have I deliberately been negative about it. I’ve tried to share – some would say overshare – the up’s and down’s of life once the dust settles. Some have embraced the conversation, others have set out to completely invalidate my feelings. I’ve been on the receiving end of an onslaught of comments, messages, and tweets from people who have actively taken time out of their day to let me know that I…

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Last week Huff Post published Independent Dependant. I knew that this would be opening myself up for public ridicule online, I knew that there would be some people who would go out of their way to deliberately be offended by it, and I knew there would be a small number of people who would contact me directly to tell me so. For the most part I’m not arsed. The handful of comments, tweets and messages is a drop in the ocean compared to the thousands of likes, loves, thanks and understanding. But there was one theme that kept cropping up…

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In a turning of the tables, I have been asked by the lovely Claire of My Theory on Blooming to answer a few questions about being an expat (you may recall that Claire featured as our very funny and insightful January expatter on The Expat Mama meets…). So this is a conversation that originates on Instagram, and I’ll be tagging more expats on there to (hopefully) keep the conversation going, remember to tag me back though so I can link up to your answers! You can find me on Insta at @theexpatmama (of course!)   So, here goes….   Where…

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A couple of night’s ago, as Karl and I were lying on the sofa mentally high-fiving ourselves for another successful day in the parenthood, we were interrupted by the inconsolable wails of our three year old daughter from her bedroom. He thought she was singing, I thought she was laughing. Either way we were going in there because this child was supposed to be asleep. Hours ago. But no, she was red in the face, damp from snot and tears, and hugging her teddy so tightly. For the first time in this entire expat journey she was expressing emotions. Through…

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Living eleven floors up we don’t have a garden, obviously, but we do have a balcony and that’s as good as it gets for most of the citizens of Singapore in terms of our own outdoor space. A balcony is still plenty of room to create a little haven for green and growth though, and it needn’t be an expensive or time consuming hobby. Singapore’s climate is perfect to see quick returns on your planted seeds, so even the most impatient of kiddies (or adults) will be rewarded in no time. I’ve blogged about mosquito repelling plants already, but these…

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Eleven thousand one hundred and ninety-two kilometres. The distance from Dublin to Singapore; at least in physical terms. In truth, it has been much further. When Emily and I discussed this post, we thought it might be interesting to look at expat life from the working partner’s perspective. After all, the partner’s career is usually the primary reason we have all jumped on a plane to far flung fields. I won’t presume to speak for others but can hopefully shed some light on how it feels to be on this side of the expat adventure. I grew up in a small…

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When I wrote Independent Dependant last year I didn’t know it was only part one. To be fair, I didn’t know there was to be a part two until last week when a version of the original post was published by a Singaporean parenting website and I received ALOT of messages of love and support. Of course I’m incredibly thankful for all those messages, but it was also a bit unfair on the readers because last years head space is most definitely not this years. So apologies if I duped anyone into thinking I am still a miserable, lonely arrival…

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My little hero’s – Finn and Clara – this week marks six months since the three of us boarded a plane to the relative unknown. Look how far we’ve come! Do you remember that time before we moved, when the house was half packed up already, we (I) decided to order a Chinese banquet and put Singapore Tourist Board video’s on the TV for us to watch? Do you remember we all sat on the floor in deathly silence eating chewy and tasteless springrolls and looking at images of the place we were to shortly call home? The food was…

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