expat life

At twenty-seven years old, M. E. Evans had just graduated from college, twice, and still had no idea what to do with her life besides frequent strip clubs and fantasize about being a woman known for a sort of vague, unnamed success. But when her plans to become a better version of herself are derailed by the devastating loss of her brother, she moves to Italy no longer for personal growth but for self-preservation. While abroad, she finds herself with an Italian man with majestic chest hair and an impossible to win-over family.

I’ve been gone, for like a really long time. WHY? Well, I had a baby! Yes, apparently they’ll let just anyone do that now. Everyone, meet the coolest infant on this side of the sun: Leone. Fresh from the womb,…

If you follow this blog you already know that my husband, Francesco, and I are talking about having children. For those of you that don’t come here often, you should know that it scares the holy shit out of me.…

Let’s talk about the thing that nobody ever wants to talk about because it sucks: Depression. Usually, it’s only a matter of time before expats experience some form of situational depression, anxiety, or the need to hide under their bed with a bottle…

  The awesome guys from Total Tuscany asked me to do a podcast and I gladly accepted because I love their stuff and really enjoy embarrassing myself publicly after having a cocktail (or ten) for lunch. I’m pretty sure that I’ll win…

I’ll be the first person to admit that when you live abroad it can be pretty difficult to be fair and avoid putting people into one large category. It’s human nature to group people in a way that makes it…

FAQ Every day I get loads of questions ranging from “how do I study in Italy?” to “Is it true that Europeans aren’t circumcised?” I’ve decided to make it easier for all of you who have questions by putting all…