Four Years an Expat

There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.

I’ve been here four years. That’s insane. My one-year commitment became a two-year commitment. The two-year commitment became a “till death do us part” commitment. But alas, lifetime commitments are not my strong suit. I’m anticipating some sort of breakup in the fifth year, or maybe a power shift. It’s time for the first lady to be president. (Oh, did I say that?)

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