Our dear family and friends As I sit down to write this annual Christmas letter, it’s an unusually bleak day here in Rome. It’s dark, rainy and cold and but sitting here, in front of the huge Christmas Tree we have put up in our living Rome, I feel anything but. As I look back on the year that’s been, and search out those tidbits of our lives to share with you, I feel warm and fuzzy, contented, accomplished, just plain happy. And that’s because I realize, it has been a good year, in fact it’s been a great year. Gerard finished his stint in Afghanistan and we are all together in a place we are once again happy to call home. The move back to Rome went well for the most part, and after the initial expected hitches (telephone and internet connections) and unexpected hitches (we were without a washing machine for almost a month) we settled down into our lovely home, ready for round 2 in Rome. The kids, especially the younger three, settled into their new school really fast.
I call myself a global nomad. Born in Ethiopia, I grew up in India and have since had eight moves, across three continents. I enjoy writing about life as a trailing wife, parenting four third culture children and social issues. I have also published a short Memoir ‘A Little Girl's Dream- Our Adoption story’.