Nobody in the whole goddamn world has it all. Everyone has to make choices. Ignore, for a moment, the institutionalized sexism that women face every day. As an Angry Militant Feminist, I’m telling you that the sexism doesn’t matter. Get angry about the sexism. Fight the sexism. But don’t let the fact that sexism exists… Read More On having it all. Or opting out of the debate.
I cannot maintain more than one blog. There, I said it. It’s too much effort to have to think about tone, professionalism, cross-over, and what my State colleagues and future supervisors will think of everyhing. I’d intended to keep blogging about food and homemaking on HMNIT, and professionally on SVO, but Foreign Service is life… Read More Changes are a-comin’!
As GSO, I recognize the importance of eating my own dogfood. If I’m going to deny a privilege to the rest of the community, it’s important that I deny it to myself as well. That said, it was awful hard to ignore the niggling voice (aka Bertrand) whispering that it wouldn’t hurt anyone if we… Read More On new homes and the arrival of our STUFF!
So. Housing. I have seven portfolios here in Freetown, of which every single one takes up more than 50% of my time. You’re telling yourself that 7 * 50% is actually 350%, and a person can’t have 350% of a day, but that’s where you’re wrong. I’m magical. Anyway, housing. If I weren’t the GSO,… Read More On moving. Or not.
The good news is that cutting grains out of my diet has cured my digestive ills. Coworkers, I owe an apology to anyone who got stuck in an elevator with me my first two months in Freetown. The bad news is that it is really hard to go out to eat in Freetown and avoid… Read More Jumping on a bandwagon is awesome. And flatulence free.
Three months in and I still love my job. I’m told that the low point is at about six months, so I figure I’ve got three more months to enjoy myself before frustration sets in. Right now, the most frustrating parts of my job has been how inadequately trained I am, not in hard skills… Read More On 3 months in Freetown and becoming a manager
Sundays are cooking days. I get up early, go to the market, then prep all of our meals for the week. Here in Freetown, the routine is changing somewhat because I don’t have any way to get to the market. Until my own car arrives in a few months, I have to use motor pool… Read More Lazy Sundays
Perhaps you’ve seen the gorgeous egg-in-avocado recipe that’s been floating around Pinterest. My version was also beautiful. Unfortunately, beautiful != delicious. I always forget how bland avocados are when baked. The texture was luxurious, but combined with the egg, the dish needed more than just a bit of salt, pepper, and olive oil. I’m sure… Read More Egg in an avocado
We have indeed arrived in Freetown. I have walked 10k+ steps every work day since I’ve arrived. I’ve also lost five pounds, which is pretty incredible considering that I eat DELICIOUS CARBS AND OIL for lunch every day. And dinner. And snacks. Mmmmmm. Our kitchen is awesome. We can actually fit all of our tupperware… Read More Freetown bound. No wait, we’re already here.
The trip to Freetown was not as difficult and harrowing as expected. On all three legs of the trip (DC -> Brussels, Brussels -> Lungi Airport, Lungi Airport -> Freetown), people were incredibly understanding and helpful about the baby. As someone whose friends are largely child-free by choice at this point in my life, it’s… Read More We made it to Freetown!