Happy New Year! My One New Year's Resolution ...

Happy New Year, my friends. I hope 2016 is a wonderful year for you. Did you stay up to celebrate?

John and I went to bed around 10 pm and woke up at 12 to watch the fireworks! Our bedroom's in the loft and we have a wonderful rooftop view (the Meridian Laser from Greenwich is always visible!), so we saw about 5 or 6 firework displays happening simultaneously - it was pretty spectacular. We pulled the duvet from our bed and wrapped it around ourselves as we watched the light show. It felt so romantic! (Especially when I ran to the bathroom to grab my glasses so I could actually see - haha!)

I'm looking forward to 2016, but I'm not going into the new year with any expectations - good or bad. 2015 was filled with some wonderful, happy moments: we bought our first house together, took some amazing trips around the world, and my best friends and family came to visit me in London, to name a few!

But in 2015, I also found myself struggling with some of the saddest lows I've ever experienced. It was during this time that I discovered a strength I never knew I had, and opened my heart to the kindness of friends who helped shoulder the burden of my sadness.

2015 was my "learning" year. I learned to be kinder to myself, especially when grieving. I learned to be patient, and I learned the importance of telling those I love and care about just how much I do.

Finally, I learned that it's okay to do my own thing. And my one New Year's resolution is to do just that: keep on, keepin' on.

Thank you - so much - for sticking by and reading my words. I hope that 2016 is good to you, and - that, if it isn't - you are given the strength and courage to keep on, keepin' on.

Expat Talk: Saying Goodbye Never Gets Easier

Yesterday, I said goodbye to my family at Heathrow. I cried the length of the Piccadilly line on my way back and curled up on the couch to watch videos of a baby polar bear to make myself feel better.

It never gets easier.

After three weeks of adventures, which included dining at Duck & Waffle, sampling escargot in Paris, shopping for chocolate in Bruges, playing Apples to Apples at Christmas dinner, and watching the new Star Wars movie in Walthamstow - I woke up from a nap thinking that my family's visit was all a dream. The house, once busy and full, was now quiet, still. 

Every time, it's the same: my parents go, and I'm left with the gifts they spoiled me with during their visit. This time, it was the congee my mom helped me cook, the eggs my dad made the night before to go with it (which I promptly ate while sobbing into my bowl), a completely new set of tableware from Heal's still in their bags, and practically a new wardrobe from COS, which my mom and I had picked out together.

I look at all these things and cry some more.

Once they leave, I comb the house for something they might have left behind. Anything to remind me of their stay. But my mother had stripped the bed and put the sheets in the wash, so I resorted to picking through their trash for remnants: receipts, ticket stubs, and discarded shopping bags. I only brightened up in the shower when I noticed that she'd left her shower cap behind. I carefully folded it and tucked it away, saving it for future visits.

As someone who has lived abroad for almost 10 years, I can tell you that saying goodbye at the airport never, ever gets easier. You think it would, but it doesn't. I suppose the hardest part about yesterday was the realization that I didn't want to go back with them; rather, I just wanted them to stay with me.

The thought of returning to the small hometown I grew up in after our fantastic time in London, Paris, and Bruges depressed me.

I realized that I belonged here. In the city. In my house. The one with the fire extinguisher mounted on the wall and the kitchen that makes no sense and the upstairs shower that doesn't work.

And that made me sad. Happy, but sad. Happy that I've found that feeling of "home" I've been searching for, but sad that it cemented the fact I'll probably always live far from my family.

Saying goodbye is always the hardest part. The best we can do as expats is to remind ourselves that "next time" is not too far away.

Season's greetings to you, and to your nearest and dearest - and a very happy new year.

xo

The Cool Kid's Wreath: Air-Plant Wreath-Making with Geo-Fleur @ West Elm London

I love the traditional Christmas wreath currently hanging on our front door, but if you're a little cool/a little hipster or if your shelves are stacked with past issues of Kinfolk and you're into normcore dressing, then this air plant wreath-making workshop by Geo-Fleur was made for you.

Made from dogwood and decorated with garlands of eucalyptus, plus red berries and air plants, it's the coolest "alternative" wreath I've seen and, as founder of Geo-Fleur Sophie pointed out, it can be dressed and re-dressed to suit all different occasions - not just Christmas. Another upside? Unlike traditional wreaths which are made from fir and pine, this one lasts. And lasts. You just have to give the air plants a good 'ol spray once a week or so. Perfect for plant-killers like me.

On the evening of the workshop (which also happened to be Sophie's birthday! We celebrated with cake later.) we arrived to West Elm on Tottenham Court Road to find our materials for the evening neatly laid out for us and, rather intimidatingly, a tube of floral adhesive which Sophie warned was, "very, very sticky". In fact, so sticky, she once had a student who glued their fingers to their creation.

That was so going to be me.

With a series of twists and turns, Sophie artfully arranged the dogwood around the metal hoop before weaving through sprigs of berry and eucalyptus and finally, gluing the air plants in place. "And there you are!" she said, smiling brightly. "A lovely wreath you can display year round."

But having been to one of Sophie's workshops before, I knew it wasn't quite so simple. As the consummate professional, Sophie has a knack for making everything look effortless. I, on the other hand, was bound to either injure myself or someone else with the fiddly dogwood.

But this girl ...

... this one (AKA runawaykiwi)  had no problem fashioning the neatest, prettiest wreath in the few minutes it took me to figure out how to not smack myself in the face with the strands of dogwood.

Me, jealous? Nah. Okay, maybe just a little bit.

I loved seeing how everyone chose to place their berries and air plants - some went for the ultra-minimalist look, leaving the top half of the wreath completely bare and focusing their decorations at the bottom, while others were totally maximalist about their "look", incorporating gold decorations and ornaments from West Elm into the dogwood to make it look truly festive.

As always, Sophie walked around, offering sage advice and encouragement, even as I grimaced and tried not to ping her in the face with a flying branch.

At the end of the evening, I walked out of the workshop with a pretty cool wreath (even if my cool credentials aren't quite up to par), which I proudly showed off to John next door at Heal's, where he was waiting. I love that I can display it year-round; it's already has a place on the ladder shelf in the guest bedroom.

Have you ever made a wreath? Did you enjoy the process? I found it to be so therapeutic!

Geo-Fleur runs regular workshops at West Elm London. For more information, book here. My ticket to the workshop was complimentary (thank you, Sophie!) but all opinions are my own.

Expat Talk: 5 Things I Love About Having My Family "Home For The Holidays"

My parents and my brother have been staying with me since last Friday and every day feels like Christmas. I go to sleep feeling excited; I wake up feeling excited. This morning, when I was heating up my breakfast in the microwave, my mom appeared out of nowhere in her nightgown to admonish me for heating it up in the microwave instead of cooking it on the stove and I shrieked because she scared the you-know-what out of me, but at the same time, I was so glad that she was there to scare the you-know-what out of me. Does that make sense?

John has been the champion son-in-law and took two days off work this week to babysit spend time with my parents, taking them to the Chinese supermarket so they could buy ingredients to cook with and also to the Tower of London.

Even though it's only been a few days, I've loved every minute of having my family in my home, and here are 5 reasons why:

Coming home to Mom's special chicken congee


Congee is a kind of rice porridge that's popular in Cantonese cuisine. It's super comforting and you can have it with all kinds of side dishes and ingredients, from salted pork and century eggs to spicy pickled turnips and omelettes. The other night, my stomach was feeling a little off, so I came home to find my mom stirring congee over the stove, using the roast chicken we'd had the night before. Magic.

Being able to poke Dad in the side when he's falling asleep in front of the TV

It never gets old. And then he pretends he's really super awake before giving in and admitting defeat.

Watching 'Are You Afraid of the Dark' with my brother while we eat Chinese hot pot in our dining room - just like we did when we were kids

It's our family tradition to have hot pot for dinner on Saturdays and, when we were little, my brother and I would watch 'Are You Afraid of the Dark' on Nickelodeon, huddled under a blanket together, before nabbing a meatball or fishball from our bowls during commercials. Whenever I go home, I insist on this tradition, and my brother gamely complies while my parents look on in amusement and add more items to the bubbling pot.

Dad's dad jokes

My dad has a knack for being funny without intending to be ... or sometimes he does intend to be funny and it backfires in the funniest way. The other day, our train passed through Hackney Downs and Dad thought the announcer had said, "Hack Me Down", which he found hilarious. Everytime "Hackney Downs" was repeated, he dissolved into fits of giggles. Then, when I pointed out a blemish on his nose, he said, "I know. I try to fight it but this guy - this guy?" He pointed to the blemish. "HE KEEPS FIGHTING BACK!" Then he made a little punching motion with his hand, mimicking a boxer. Oh, dad.

Meeting my brother for lunch

My brother's been working out of his company's London office this week, which is conveniently located between my office and John's office! We met for lunch today and it gave me a glimpse of what it would be like to live in the same city as my sibling. It was so interesting to meet as "grown-ups" and I asked him more about his job as I realized I didn't know much about what he did on a day-to-day basis.

If you live far away from your family, what do you love the most about being in their company when you're together?

Also, a great tip on how to deal with homesickness.

One More Sleep ... And A Beautiful Wreath!

I can't quite believe it, but I'll be picking up my parents and my brother from the airport tomorrow! I am so, so excited to be hosting Christmas in our new home. I'm also really excited because the first thing they'll see when they arrive is this gorgeous wreath on our door from The Flower Studio in Marlow.

I've always dreamed of hanging a festive Christmas wreath on our door, but I've never had a front door in London that wasn't communal (i.e. a shared front door in a block of flats) so instead, I  wistfully pined after other peoples' wreaths and vowed that I'd get my own if we became homeowners one day. To me, wreaths make front doors look so inviting and warm; they say, "Come in!" to visitors and, "Happy Holidays!" to passerbys.

The Flower Studio makes a selection of beautiful fresh wreaths (designed for outdoor and indoor hanging) from their shop in Marlow. I have very particular tastes when it comes to Christmas (John accuses me of being far too regimented in my taste - except, he used a less-polite word to refer to it!) and I don't like anything that's overly fussy or gold or ... multi-colored.

I was thrilled when I opened the red box from The Flower Studio to reveal a stunning and tasteful fresh wreath. Not too run-of-the-mill, not too "done". Just elegant and beautifully made. All wreaths from The Flower Studio have a "fresh oasis" base, which helps the foliage retain water and makes the wreaths last longer.

I love the pretty, rustic look of this Highland Festive Foliage Wreath, which is chock full of berries, thistles and herbs. It makes me think of crisp winter walks in the countryside on Christmas Day and mugs of mulled wine by a roaring fire.

I've had the wreath up for a few days now and it always makes me smile when I'm leaving the house for work or coming back at night. Aside from the wreath I was sent above, I'm also a fan of this delicate Snowball Winter Wreath, which would look lovely as a centerpiece for the Christmas table and this sweet Christmas Foliage Kissing Ball, which I'd love to hang from one of our doorways! How romantic and cute is that?!

I'm so happy that we have such a stunning wreath this year and I'm looking forward to opening the door to my family tomorrow!

Are you a fan of Christmas wreaths? Do you usually buy one around this time of year? Let me know!

My beautiful wreath was a generous gift from The Flower Studio - thank you! All opinions are my own.

The Best Breakfast Sandwich You'll Ever Have: Lima Floral, Covent Garden

For me, breakfast usually consists of a half-hearted slice of toast smothered in butter and jam. I inevitably leave behind a corner of a piece on my plate before grabbing my keys and rushing out the door. Or, sometimes it means a hastily purchased croissant and hot chocolate from Pret before dropping crumbs all over my keyboard at work. So glamorous.

But there's a much better way to "do" breakfast in London, I've discovered: LIMA Floral on Garrick Street in Covent Garden (sister restaurant to the Michelin-starred LIMA in Fitzrovia) is the answer to my poor attempts to start the day. The Peruvian restaurant's weekend brunch offerings were so popular, they decided to launch a weekday breakfast menu as well, expanding on the regular brunch menu with a variety of fresh ingredients translated into modern Peruvian cuisine. If you're looking for something a little bit "different" to start your day, then this is it.

The choices vary from healthy (Andean cereal porridge: quinoa, almond milk, kiwicha and kaniwa, chancaca syrup) to downright dirty (Peruvian breakfast club sandwich: toasted yellow chilli bread, organic chicken, six-hours suckling pig). Accompanied by a cup of coffee, sitting in LIMA Floral's windows enjoying these breakfast choices is a great way to daydream and watch the world go by before being thrown into the jarring reality of ... work.

At Zomato's most recent #ZomatoMeetUp, we were treated to a spread of LIMA Floral's delicious breakfast offerings. From freshly baked Peruvian bread and brioche to fresh fruit and yogurt, the selection was a little overwhelming (in a good way) for that time of the morning!

Being the greedy pig that I am, I - of course - chose the Peruvian Breakfast Club Sandwich for my "main course". No regrets. The yellow chilli bread offered the slightest bit of heat to offset the rich flavors of the chicken and suckling pig. Seriously finger-licking good. It reminded me of the slightly OTT breakfasts we have in the US (think: huevos rancheros, pancakes piled high) which are just a little ... absent here in the UK, even in London. 

Despite the novelty of enjoying a gourmet club sandwich for breakfast, sampling LIMA Floral's new breakfast menu got me thinking: why not treat yourself to an indulgent breakfast once in a while? Once a fortnight (that's every two weeks for you fellow Americans!)? Once a month? Once in a blue moon? I think I'll be treating myself more often! Especially if club sandwiches are on the menu ...

I was generously hosted by LIMA Floral and Zomato - thank you! All opinions are my own.

Travel Link-Up: Holidays Are Coming!

Our Christmas tree went up this weekend. And by "went up", I mean poor John carried the 6-footer himself from the local garden centre while I croak-instructed him over the phone in my sickbed to, "Get something taller than me." All romantic notions of us carrying it together in netting while snow fell gently through the night, pausing under a street-lamp for a kiss while sleigh bells chimed softly in the background were dashed by this awful hacking cough I developed last week, which meant I was too exhausted to manage even the 5-minute walk to pick it out!

Last week, I splurged on this gorgeous Christmas tree skirt from John Lewis (I'd link to it but I think it's sold out!), which is trimmed with bells and red velvet. I kind of love it - and I'm excited that it'll be a part of our Christmas box for years to come.

We had a party on Saturday for our family and friends: a celebration of my birthday (which was last week), our new(ish) house and, of course, Christmas. John was on mulled wine duty while I made canapes and heated up the mince pies. It felt so festive and fun!

Usually at this time of year, I'm travelling back to the US to spend Christmas with my family in Washington State. I have a familiar routine of getting to Heathrow Terminal 5 early, picking up last-minute gifts in the Fortnum & Mason, Harrods and Jo Malone concessions before carefully tucking my purchases in the overhead compartment on the plane, falling asleep, and waking up to the announcement that we've landed at SeaTac International Airport.

This year? It's my family's turn to get on the plane and come to London. They'll be landing at Heathrow Terminal 5 and I'll be greeting them in Arrivals. I can't quite believe it's happening! We're going to Paris and Bruges before arriving back in London to celebrate Christmas at our house. I've just asked my mom to bring our stockings so I can have a bit of "home" in our new home.

What about you? How do you celebrate (or not celebrate) Christmas? I'd love to hear!

This month's travel link-up is all about celebrating the festive season and is hosted by Rebecca, Emma, Kelly, and Ayla. Head over to their blogs to read more posts about our current favorite subject: Christmas.