What coffee are you?

Dear friends, I have a confession to make: I'm a coffee addict. Yes, I am. Don't worry, though. It's not that bad. My hands aren't shaking (yet) if I don't have my dose of caffein and I am not getting particularly angry without my cup of coffee in the morning. Anyway, one of the first things I was concerned about when I came to Philadelphia, apart from having my documents ready :),  was finding a nice cafè with a good coffee.

An expat wife heartbeat

All I had was a husband overseas, confidence in my marriage, faith bureaucracy would protect us more than hurt - which means a lot for a Brazilian to say - plus a family asking if I was okay all the time. That was my life more or less a month before my arrival in Philly. Wanna learn what happened next?

Are you open to friendship?

 Today I don't want to drawn you into an ocean of under-estimated expat wives emotions, but rather tell you about building relationships with new people and being open to friendship based on my particular experience.

A self-conscious expat moment

After a few initial months in Philly you may find yourself thinking about how your new American life is. In the first two or three weeks of your stay, it might have still felt like being on vacation. Everything was completely new and very exciting. While you were going around the city to run all the necessary errands related to the documents, house contracts, bills, etc. you also had an opportunity to discover new sites and what’s more, to discover them from a resident, not a tourist, point of view.