Despite an overlapping portion of shared language (it’s a Venn diagram really) and a weird obsession with each other, over the years I have come to the conclusion that British and American culture probably have more differences than similarities.
I have spent the last eleven years bouncing and balancing between two cultures. On a day-to-day basis, I am British (officially now too). Having lived in Britain for so long I am no longer surprised by the nuances or subtlety of its difference from American culture. I have two British children, a British husband. Most of my friends here are either British, or have been living here for so long that they too are ‘default British’. To many here, I may still be the American, but it’s not an accurate reflection of how I see myself. Not so succinctly anyhow. Continue reading “The power of jet lag”
I think the whole Myers Briggs test is kind of bullshit. I mean, deep down I wish it weren’t. I wish that whenever I wanted to get a better ‘sense of self’ I could just look that puppy up online, tick the boxes, press the return key and find out who I am and what I should be doing next. I’ve taken the test more times than I would like to admit, so you would think I would have a deep intense understanding of exactly who I am and where I thrive. But I don’t. Well, no gleaned understanding that I haven’t learned by straight up gritty real life experience. Continue reading “Ras el Hanout Spiced Banana Bread and a foray into the unknown”
I was born and raised in Cleveland Ohio, but I grew up in the true sense of the word, in New Mexico. From the age of twenty two, until nearly twenty six I lived in Albuquerque, moving there after I finished university with no idea what I wanted to do next, or how to be the grown up I supposedly now was. In attempt to break away from what I knew, but with a bit of a safety net and structure, I joined Americorps, a voluntary government sponsored organisation that provided the tiniest (and I mean TINIEST) of living stipends, in return for the opportunity to gain some serious life experience whilst giving back and helping to support a community. I packed up my car, brought a supportive to the point of slightly masochistic friend along for the ride (thanks Ash), and drove out to the Land of Enchantment. Continue reading “New Mexican Frijoles, the Land of Enchantment is calling”