This blog used to be introduced as, ‘Consisting of my experiences in moving to Shanghai as well as additional travel and associated integration, these blogs are very much a stream of consciousness reflective style that I hope capture significant moments while I was here, there and everywhere.
I wanted to let people at home know that I was happy and well; excited and exhausted but honest in my representation of living in Shanghai as a ‘newbie’ – now you get to read them too!’
Now I revisit to share ideas and writing that has punctuated the eight years since living abroad. I write what I see and feel. Sometimes melodramatically, sometimes raw, always honest as I see it.
I write and I have missed it lately. As well as how it helps. More on that later…
I hope you enjoy.
Kerry
Integrity Bloom and where it came from.
Thank you for opting for the meatier version. Grab a cuppa/glass of wine and have a self imposed Kitkat moment to read below. I hope you’ll find it telling. It’s a personal thing really. The change. This intentional autonomy, this self imposed potentially disastrous financial & career enhancing adventure. Yet it remains something I must…
Three years later and I remembered!
Dear little lady beneath the window sill, I’ve missed your rendition of Twinkle Twinkle since my return to England; watching only the end of your bow peek above the window sill as you repeat, and again, then perfect. The fact that your grandma attempted to sing with you in a language evidently alien to…
A Trip to the Woods
Still, here was some drama; the sparse, beautiful yet harsh surroundings; the fact that the red light had just appeared beneath my petrol gauge; the intimidating realisation that I had to make a 360 degree turn in a mud sodden field in my tired little 207.
Dear Mr man in the Van #2 of 3.
You pay me no attention and I don’t blame you but I wish you good luck and want to remember your call. The lights have changed now, Mr ‘Bring out your dead’, you’ll be needing to unfold the legs you raised and rested on the ‘crossbar’, release the brake, ring your bell, call and leave.
Dear Mr Man at the Station
To the small group who stroll chatting, slapping various joints to increase circulation and to the lungers, striders, slipper shufflers and park dancers, you are…
Does boot camp mean no more pubs?
I am not a typical ‘boot camp’ kind of person. I do not respond well to being shouted at; I do not like to fail and my vacillating commitment level to exercise varies somewhere between stubborn refusal and fearful avoidance. Still, I knew no one would expect me to do it so this grim assumption…
She went to Shanghai 
This is great! xx
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