Special Thanks to Crysta at Dancing With Fireflies for reblogging my poem, Speak To Me In Kisses. This is my very first post to be reblogged! Click the link below to visit me at Crysta’s wonderful blog:
My first Guest Post! Deep Thanks to Ms. Kim Saeed at letmereach.com!
At 19, I became engaged to my childhood sweetheart, following him from California to Virginia, but the engagement didn’t survive the transplant. Unwilling to return home, I worked in a hotel restaurant for room and board. He was 27, living in the hotel after touring as a crew member with Van Halen, a famous Rock&Roll band. He romanced me with excitement, affection and Southern charm. When he wrote a letter thanking my parents for me, I married him gratefully.
Twenty years later, after our divorce, I resumed thinking rationally. My husband had quickly, mysteriously, become an angry man, impossible to please. I attached paper to a cabinet door, writing everything he demanded, hoping to avoid his wrath. He undermined my confidence, constantly making demands and rarely offering praise. He withheld his affection also, emotionally punishing me for any mistake. His temper was so irrational and explosive, after…
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Recently I discovered a wonderful website, http://www.expat-blog.com for expats of every nationality. It’s a huge website with a wide range of helpful services and attractive forums. They really go the full distance to serve the interests of expats. My interview with them just went live yesterday, and I think that’s especially nice because yesterday was my birthday!
You can read the full interview here, with more photos, and you can also find it online at:
Why did you decide to move to Egypt?
I am an American woman who flushed twenty years of marriage to a mean, drunk, ‘wasp’ in favor of an incredibly interesting and loving Egyptian man I met online. He insisted to me by email that, “Sometimes, reality is more wonderful than any dream,” and I was so ripe for the picking, I fell directly into his hand. It’s been a joyride ever since! He moved to America with me, and we built a life, a house and a farm together in rural South Carolina, and then we packed as much of it as we could fit into a 20 ft. container and shipped it all to Egypt, where we are now building another life, another home, and, thankfully, our 5-story chicken farm here is already up and running!
How was the moving process?
It was hilarious! The floor level of a shipping container is four feet off the ground, and the truck comes with no magic wand to get your stuff up in there. It does, however, come with a ticking meter way more expensive than any taxi cab, and you must get your stuff up in there within two hours or they start charging by the minute! I had pre-packed everything into a room of our guest house that was roughly similar dimensions as the shipping container, hoping to speed things up. We also had a neighbor with a farm tractor, and he was kind enough to put the fork lift attachments on the tractor, and offered to lift the boxes up to the truck.
Finally, a wonderful sister I’d love to introduce you to who can say all the things I would love you to know about this topic!