Five months on the road. Just us two. Sound romantic?
These are the lovely bits that I used regularly over our five months and was consistently happy that I’d packed them (even though at times I thought they were wildly impractical).
I got up and decided to stop complaining and start problem solving.
I’m kind of a serial expat. I like to move around a lot.
Are you going to have a joint account and put all your money into it? Are you going to have separate accounts and split things down the middle? Are you going to do some mixture of the two?
Since coming back from our trip and going through the wardrobe I shipped to my parent’s house when we moved out of our apartment in Korea, I’ve come to realize I have basically no clothes left.
Your Facebook feed is full of weddings and babies and you don’t actually mind anymore.
What decade is it? Why are we, strong, independent, well-educated and intelligent women, still telling each other to “man up”?