I’m still in the honeymoon stage of life in France. Culture shock is due to set in soon, but for now I just think this place is lovely! Everything is pretty. Food is delicious. Groceries are affordable. The weather is nice. People are friendly. Here are some nice pictures for you.
I’m not having an identity crisis, but my blog is.
I started this blog to document my weird journey through sending two-thirds of my kids off to college and traveling around the world for a year. Now the kids are in college and the traveling is done. The remaining kid is low-maintenance.
So, if this blog lives on, what kind of blog should it be?
I don’t know if you remember me, but I visited you a couple of times in the past few years. I was the one who spoke high school French and ate your snails and frog legs. In a black coat. Walked a lot. Ring any bells? Well, we had some good times together.
In general, I try to keep it positive here at Escaping the Empty Nest. I want my readers to feel like the world is a big, beautiful place that is inviting and available. I want you to feel like people are wonderful and if we just meet them all there would be world peace because we will truly connect. I want you to be inspired.
Whenever I see a movie being remade, I wonder if we really needed to remake the old one. Ghostbusters? Spiderman? Annie? Usually the answer is no. However, after seeing the new Beauty and the Beast, I can assure you that we need this new BATB.
When I travel, I usually just maintain my personal care as best I can until I get home. However, long-term travel is hard on a middle-aged body, so if I didn’t want to look like Tom Hanks in Castaway, I’d knew I’d need some extra TLC.
I have spent quite a bit of time in Hong Kong, because my husband is a native Hong Konger and we’re based here for part of our trip-around-the-world this year. It’s a fast-paced and energetic city. Public transportation is great, it’s safe, people are civilized and helpful, and there’s lots of English spoken so you’ll be ok if you’re monolingual. In English.
You’ve read my Squat Potty post, right? The one about the porcelain (if you’re lucky) hole in the floor where doing your duty requires planning and preparation? Well, in Japan, all those horrible memories can be neutralized by the wholesome goodness that is the Japanese public toilet.