Well, we left home (Cape Town) in 2002. I drove to Zambia with our dog who was ill at the time. Somehow driving 3000kms through Africa made more sense than putting her on an aeroplane with a heart condition.
We spent three fantastic years there. Travelling to the bush, living the expat dream. Okay, so there were moments of challenge - heat, dust, putse flies, malaria. But our daughter was born there so, all in all, a good time.
And then we moved to Glasgow. Since we've been here my father has passed away, my father-in-law has had a heart attack and we've been cold. Very cold.
And now, as the sun emerges and the weather begins to warm, with promises of lochs to be swum; as islands with romantic names like Skye and Iona beg to be explored, we are preparing to move on again. Such is the life of the nomad.
I'm not sure how long we'll still be in Scotland - could be three months or six. But it's unlikely we'll have another summer here. Please share this one with me.
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- So there I was. Building a rather impressive career but having a bad week. And my good man came home and announced he'd been offered a job in Zambia. So I threw it in and moved to Central Africa for three years. And then to Scotland. And then to Kenya. And now to the US. So, far from being the corporate leader I set out to become, I have become a passive traveller and enthusiastic homemaker. Don't quite know how that happened...
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We lived in Livingstone, my Mum suffered malaria a couple of times, and this played a major role in my parents' decision to move everyone back to their home in Ireland. Life's a big adventure though and I will make it back some day.
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