Homesickness Archives - Page 7 of 8

Travel fiction – where the ‘right place’ transforms lives

Something Old, Something New

by Exmoor1 | May 22, 2017 | Blog Post, British, Expatriots, Homesickness

When you live far from home, you tend to spend your holidays going … well, home. There’s Mum to see, and Dad to see, and sisters and cousins and friends to see. You want your children to live the other half of their heritage and your non-British spouse to understand...

Hireth-Tinted Glasses

by Exmoor1 | Apr 25, 2017 | Blog Post, British, British humor, Exmoor, Expatriots, Homesickness

I’ve just returned from a visit to England. I wore different glasses on this trip. Not rose-tinted—or is that hireth-tinted?—glasses, but realistic, magnifying, research glasses. I was on a mission to find answers to some important questions: Is Exmoor really the...

‘Foreign’ Isn’t A Place

by Exmoor1 | Mar 22, 2017 | Blog Post, British, Expatriots, Homesickness

I’ve been asked many times what it’s like to be ‘foreign’. It’s hard to know how to answer because most days I’m not foreign. I’m like everyone around me, complaining about the weather, politics, cost of car repairs, or trials of parenthood. I share my plans for the...

Nothing personal, Flamstead.

by Exmoor1 | Feb 22, 2017 | Blog Post, British, Expatriots, Homesickness

Flamstead High Street (image: Fine and Country) Flamstead is a beautiful English village, situated north of London in the rolling countryside of Hertfordshire. It was my home for the first sixteen years of my life. Quaint, safe, surrounded by bucolic fields full of...

Coddiwomple, Meet Hireth

by Exmoor1 | Jan 19, 2017 | Blog Post, British, Exmoor, Expatriots, Homesickness

I haven’t been this moved by a newly-discovered word in … well, forever. When “coddiwomple” first came across my Facebook feed, I burst out laughing. How could I not? How could anyone not? Just say the word several times. Experiment with accents, like Downton Abbey...

Once Upon a Hireth

by Exmoor1 | Dec 20, 2016 | Blog Post, British, Expatriots, Homesickness

As I look back on my first full year of authoring, who’d have thought the feelings of discontent that precipitated my transition could lead to such fulfilment? Wishing to be somewhere else led me here, to this place. But it’s not the place I thought I was...