Month: November 2015

Expat Help

Where to go in London when you are feeling ragey

I write quite often about the highs and the lows of London; from the moments when you feel like you have unlocked the secrets of the universe  to the ones where you want to just jump on a plane and go home. What I seem to have  missed however are the ragey moments, the ones where you […]

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You are living in London for a reason

A couple of you lovely readers have been in touch this week, both with the same question. What can you do about home sickness? This isn’t something that just affects newbies, but you do get sucker punched a little less frequently the longer you are here. I think its because after a couple of years you are […]

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7 creative ways for expats to stay in touch with people from home

I think my parents would be happy to confirm that I am RUBBISH at staying in touch. All those best intentions for Skyping every weekend pretty much go down the drain when its cold, I’ve had a long week at work and Suits is calling on Netflix. I can’t even imagine what Mum and Dad […]

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The five stages of coming to terms with winter in London

  As I write this the temperature in London is -1°C. And I haven’t figured out how to use the heating in my flat. Fuck. I know, I know, I should Google it or ask my Dad. But lets be honest its far easier to just blog about winter instead right? This is my fourth […]

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Expat Help

Things I’ve learned from flying long-haul with a fear of flying

I have flown to New Zealand from London three times this year, which while amazing & lucky that I got to see my family so often, is also marred by the fact that I am terrified of flying. Being trapped in a fiery tin can of death for about a week of my life this year […]

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Personal

Angloyankophile interviews Runawaykiwi

Facebook tells me that I’ve known Rebecca for exactly one year, two months, and two days (not really, I just searched my inbox for our first email exchange). When we finally met up at the Anthropologist in the City, there was a 20-minute wait at the bar and a nervous kind of, “So! Um … […]

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