Well, there are many. I’m kind of a nervous person. But anyway. Living in Ghent presented me with two very specific fears to overcome. One of them I think I’m doing a pretty good job with already. One of them… eh, I need some time. First: steep stairs Every single house we looked at back …
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starting a new life in Ghent
I have barely thought about Belgium one bit in the past few weeks. All I could think about was leaving Kyrgyzstan, without paying attention to the next step. I was very much stuck in what had to be done right this second. Now, I’m sitting in a friends’ house in Ghent, the city that will …
on (not) being a feminist in Kyrgyzstan
I have never considered myself a feminist, at least not in the stereotypical, I-hate-men-and-I-don’t-want-to-shave-my-legs kind of way. It could be apathy, it could be that I love the idea of staying home and baking cookies for my dashing husband, and it could be that when you’re married by 22 and pregnant by 24, people don’t …
putting down roots
This. This is amazing. The weather is gorgeous. The living situation is working out better than I could have hoped, and the garden is really shaping up. Farrell and Carl (one of my housemates) spent nearly every afternoon during the week and all weekend planting, weeding, digging, watering and maintaining the garden. I can’t even …
Bride Napping is not Kyrgyzstan
Recently the topic of bride napping has been coming up in the news more than usual (see the Washington Times, Telegraph). Now with the release of a five-part documentary from Vice, the topic is getting a wider audience. Having lived in Kyrgyzstan for more than a year, it’s a topic I’ve been exposed to many …
If we were in America
If we were in America, I would’ve called the police. Five men, a black BMW, every window tinted so heavily to be completely opaque. I missed seeing them pull into our humble courtyard, but I rushed to the window as soon as Farrell said, “That dude just pulled out a knife!” One man was yelling …