The drawbacks of being foreing – how my nationality became a problem.

I was pondering for quite a while if I should write about this. A certain situation threw me a bit off balance not so long ago and my friends and family have already heard quite a handful about it. Nothing pleasant to go through or to write about – that’s where my doubts, whether or not I should dig at this again, came from. In the end, though, I believe more people might be sharing similar experiences when living abroad, so here it goes.

I often make jokes about cultural differences and all the funny situations they cause. On the last weekend of May it was no different. Continue reading “The drawbacks of being foreing – how my nationality became a problem.”

10 expat problems nobody tells you about

When moving abroad, either for a short period or for a dramatic life-changing turn of events, it’s good to get prepared for all the things that await you at your destination. So you start arranging formalities: visas, savings, finding a place to live, maybe a job, getting the scoop on all the important details about the country of your choice. And that’s great! But then… surprise! Reality happens! Life has a weird sense of humor, so you’re bound to encounter some issues and situations, that you’d never anticipate. How do I know? It happened to me as well. Hi, I’m Marta and I’m not living in the country matching my nationality. I shall be your guide through the everyday expat problems nobody told me about before I moved. Continue reading “10 expat problems nobody tells you about”

Confessions of a spoiled brat or why I quit my job.

I quit my job.

Did I get fired? Nope. Do I have something else lined up? Nope. Do I have a plan? Nope. Am I insane? Maybe. But I couldn’t be happier with my decision.

It wasn’t an easy one to make. I was taught by my parents, who both worked at their respective companies for 20+ years, that stability in life is incredibly important. I am not really wired that way but still, hearing that for most of your life leaves a mark on you, whether you want to admit that you care about what your parents will think about your shenanigans or not. Continue reading “Confessions of a spoiled brat or why I quit my job.”