Days of future passed–thank you, Moody Blues

The job search takes up most of my time now. At the end of the day sometimes I’m a bit brain dead. Networking events, phone calls, emails, online applications, head hunter interviews…at the end of the day I sometimes just want to watch Gilligan’s Island with a huge bowl of popcorn on my lap.

But one day I decided to go for a drive. After living overseas for a year, I felt the urge to drive around the towns where I once lived. Prior to my departure, I had driven through these towns many, many times on the way to someplace else. Now, however, I was feeling a bit emotionally peckish. Continue reading

Happy New Year!

OK, so I’m a few hours late. Makes no never mind.

I have been anticipating today for several months, even since before my departure from Italy. All I’ve been able to think about is a new year with new beginnings and new opportunities Continue reading

2015 redux, this was the year that was

Last year, New Year’s Eve found me in a little one-bedroom apartment in Alba Adriatica, Italy. The weather was sunny and fifty-ish during the day, but it got cold at night. I was still figuring out the heating system, meaning that I was bundled up at night until I got the temperature just right. Continue reading

Celebrate me home–thank you, Kenny Loggins

The holidays are here. Christmas is over and New Year’s is rapidly approaching. It’s been a quiet holiday season and I’m not complaining.

Facebook continually shows posts from the past, as “reminders”, I suppose. Sometimes I feel a bit melancholic, especially when the posts are from last year. The whole experience of life as an expat seems so foreign, pardon the pun. Continue reading

Portland–home is where the heart is

Re-acclimating to Portland, Oregon and America continues. Actually, the acclimation part ended quite quickly and with a whimper. A year’s absence is not a lot on a person’s life timeline.

I do find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with Portland. I’ve been marveling at the richness of the coffee shops that abound in this city. It’s cool to find a coffee shop with bike racks on the wall for cycling enthusiasts who want to download their own version of java. Continue reading

I’m free–thank you, The Who

It is becoming harder to write about anything now that I’ve returned to the land of the free and the home of the brave. I don’t know, musings on my job search or how different America is from Italy just don’t seem interesting to me. And I’m having a hard time believing that these musings hold anything for my readers. Although, my last posting got a substantial number of hits.

Nevertheless, I’ll try. Continue reading

I live in Oregon, Oregon’s my home– thank you, Black Hawk County

I’ve been home from Europe for nearly two weeks. Despite the cold virus that hit me virtually immediately, I’ve been able to go out and about to run errands and start getting life back on track. I’m amazed at how much has to be done when one returns from overseas. Every day I mark a couple items off my “To Do” list. Then I add four more. Continue reading

What’s goin’ on?–thank you, Marvin Gaye

I was chatting with a buddy of mine about the events unfolding before our eyes on television. I have to kind of sheepishly admit that, as much as I detest television, I am glad to be back in America to see the nightly news and keep abreast of what’s happening in the world. I read seven newspapers a day online, but nothing can really replace live reporting.

Having said that, I do get sick of the talking heads shouting over each other to get their views across while an ersatz “journalist” tries to ask intelligent questions. There’s give and take on everything, I guess. Continue reading

It’s curious

It’s curious.

I’ve been watching along with millions worldwide the terror attacks in Paris. One of the terrorists apparently entered the European Union through Greece on an invalid Syrian passport. Everyone is on edge. After the recent onboard bombing of a Russian jet over the Sinai, ISIS has elevated itself to a higher level of danger than we’ve ever experienced. Continue reading