I know someone who moved to a new country and after a year – ONE YEAR! – they’d published a book about their experiences. This is my second country and I’m lucky if I can gather my thoughts on a Post-It. Moving home, let alone countries, is ridiculously hard, as well as exciting, funny, depressing and worth at least one Champagne toast per week. Throw in a husband, two small kids, two smaller kittens and a bit of drama that spans two continents and you have poetry – or at least delirium – in motion. Join me for the ride. It should at least be… interesting.