I shouldn’t make a trip to Old Delhi with a toddler sound like a cute song and dance number. I got hip-checked by grumpy old men into traffic twice. I swore at the motorbike that nearly ran us down. I carried my toddler up and down a staircase so unsettling I once spent 20 minutes coaxing a heights-averse friend down each step.
Living overseas, there are times when the emphasis is on the “overseas” bit–when every errand or task–from washing vegetables to walking down the street is drenched in the personal knowledge that life here would seem to be the exact opposite of the life we left on the other side of the world.
And then there are other times when the emphasis is on the “living” and the every day sorts of joys and obligations that remain exactly the same no matter where on the planet we sit.