If Martha Stewart would’ve concentrated more on these tid-bits of information versus insider trading, I probably wouldn’t be in the pickle I am in tonight around the Lawrence of Arabia dining room table.
Do you know how badly it would hurt us to see the disappointment in our children’s eyes, if years from now we told them story of the opportunity we abandoned which would’ve changed their perspective for the rest of their lives? That’s why we chose to go away.
It is a love affair with the unknown. An addiction to the experience. A memory that may never be forgotten.
I wouldn’t have married you if it weren’t for that thing. The joke, the smile, the thing that caught my eye. That thing the gave me the idea that maybe you were the one. The one who could hold my interest for a very long time.
Which may sound like a dream to some, yet in reality it is a trade-off for things expats hold dear but gave away for the experience of traveling the world and seeing places and things many only see when they close their eyes.
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me: a crazy Pakistani Taxi Driver
For many women, it is extremely confusing. I remember when I first arrived staring with dropped jaw at the naughty nurse uniform and the stick on pasties in the front window of the Fredrick’s of Hollywood store. Fredrick’s is definitely a little risqué even for the United States.