Candace in Taiwan!

Oh hello, again! Nice to have you back. I'm sitting in O'Hare Airport in Chicago waiting for my connecting flight to Buffalo. Why am I flying to Buffalo? The Association of Christian Schools International (ACSI) is having its PFO training! I'm excited to get to know the other new staff members with Morrison at this training. As I hear suitcase wheels roll, listen to a family next to me critique a cup of Bubble tea for posing as real Boba tea, and delete emails of American companies that I won't be seeing starting next month (apparently, there's a dominoes in Taipei? I will investigate at some point), I'm recalling my journey towards becoming an expat. The first time I saw the word expat , short for expatriate , it was in a blog post from an American living in London. Based on her words, I thought expat meant  ex-patriot , that it connotes someone who is living in another country outside of the US because they hate the American Way (which, by the way, is di...

Welcome to my blog! Oh, come inside out of the rain! It's pouring out there, isn't it? Please try to step around the scattered-but-important papers for my impending transition to Taiwan, moving boxes, and countless to-do's that are currently occupying my home in Rogers, Arkansas. I'm sitting on the floor in my bedroom, transferring important notes from the old paper planner to the 2017/18 one, acknowledging that I could be lesson-planning for next year rather than looking at cool teaching-technology web courses on Cult of Pedagogy. It's been a whirlwind of a semester, June is beginning, and I realize now that there's a question waiting to be answered publicly: How on earth did I get here? The answer is going to take some time, so grab a spot on the couch and let me make you some coffee while we chat.  (By the way, if my cat rubs against your leg, only pet her once. If you pet her twice, she bites.) I'm flipping back to January of 201...