Author: Rachel
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The Farewell Gift
Today I was given the most beautiful gift. A group of women from the church we’ve attended while here in Italy…the church Nick’s parents founded and ran… hosted a small farewell lunch for me today. I was honored and truly humbled that they’d want to celebrate me.
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I’m not a proud American
I’m not your typical proud and patriotic American who loves to celebrate the fourth of July. I haven’t been for quite some time now. I’m not sure when the change took place exactly. Maybe after I’d left my hometown and annual family picnics with impromptu baseball games were a thing of the past? Or maybe…
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On why I STILL don’t speak Italian
Before coming to Italy, I predicted learning the language would be my biggest struggle. I was right. But not for the reasons I anticipated. I thought it would be because I wasn’t a kid anymore and my brain wouldn’t be as good at learning a new language. I also thought I’d have enough English speakers…
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Finding our next home
Home. Since we moved here, my ideas about what home is have shifted. I used to think home was the place you settled into for long periods of time – maybe even all your life. You buy the house, make best friends, get into a routine within your community. I was searching for and trying…
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You Make Me Brave
This is usually one of my most favorite times of year. That week between Christmas and New Years where the kids are engrossed with new toys and I get the urge to organize and dream. This year not so much. This year when my favorite annual goal setting posts popped up in my RSS feed…
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The tale of crab dip and a pashmina
I hope some day soon I’ll look back on last night and laugh. For now I’m still mortified and perhaps telling you the story will allow the healing process to begin. It’s quite ironic that this post immediately follows the one in which I told you how I don’t care what people think… Last…