I’m Emily. I’m living an unexpected expat life fueled by coffee and adventure. Home is where my art is.
(Currently: New Delhi)
All in Everyday Expat Life
It wasn’t that I didn’t want a baby. It’s just that I wasn’t completely sure that I wanted one.
I am no longer in the practice of making blessings but I find myself comforted by one as we settle into the limbo between then and now.
Where, exactly, is the line between grace and self-pity when dealing with a newborn?
We’re all finding ourselves in a new and ever-changing normal lately. Some days, I think my newborn is handling it better than I am. So I’m taking a few lessons from him.
We’re in uncharted waters but, in many ways, I feel like these strange times are exactly what I’ve been practicing for. Here are some of the things I’m pulling from my toolbox. I hope they might help you too.
A letter to my unborn son, who is scheduled to arrive into the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic.
It’s not that I went into this pregnancy with eyes wide shut. In fact, I’d say I did the opposite. I knew that I was at risk for maternal depression. And maybe that’s what helped save me before I really needed saving…
Three days into a record-breaking heatwave, I’ve finally broken down and turned on the little AC unit that sits in a corner of our living room. And I wonder if I should be feeling guilty or not that I did.
I had to serve an eviction notice recently. There was an elephant sitting on my head for the last few weeks of April and all the way through May.
I never thought I’d be proudly sharing my recovery story with the world. Then again, there’s a lot about my life I never would have expected.
