expat life

Lavender

Lavender

It sometimes feels a little strange having been pregnant and given birth to my boys in a different country to the one we live in now. I'm no longer surrounded by the people, objects, buildings, language, and climate even, that remind me of the hormonal whirlwinds that were the nine months of growing my two little cherubs and then the sleepless chaos of their first years. And without those reference points, I sometimes feel like I'm in danger of losing my memories of those extra special times.