The Canadian Expat Mom Blog
Privilege, Culture & The Super 8
They knew about butlers, first class lounges and turn down service. They were experiencing things that blew my adult mind, but it felt perfectly normal to them. Hotels would spell out their names in foam letters in the bathtub, or have monogramed cookies on their nightstand, awaiting their arrival as if they were royalty. It was very different from the life they were about to know in the developing world they were moving to…
Borrowed Time
We were back home in Canada for a ‘pause’, as they say en francais. Contractually speaking, we were supposed to be packed up and moved overseas in the next few weeks. Clearly that’s not the case. We’re still knee deep in maple syrup, working on our hockey stick handling, while we shout ‘eh’ across the backyard. So what does that mean for us, our passports, and our lives?
Reflecting on Life on the Move
As I sit here reading the final proof copy of Life on the Move, I can’t help but be brought back to my expat days. I can’t stop myself from reflecting on what has gone on over the past year…