Goodbye Milwaukee

Today was the last day in our house.  Last night I thought to myself, “I got this.  I’m totally going to keep my shit together tomorrow.”  Yeah…I cried on 3 separate occasions before 10am.  I looked out our bedroom window and recalled how happy that crappy little view made me the first night we Continue reading


The Things That Matter

Not so long ago I read Marie Kondo’s Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.  While perhaps “life changing” is a bit of a stretch I’d definitely recommend it.  As a person who has always had an innate ability to find a reason to keep just about anything, I found myself suddenly able to throw away things I’d been hoarding for ages.  Those jeans from freshman year of college that I was going to fit back into (I have quite the imagination), the blurry scenery photos from an unknown locale of an unknown vacation, an instruction manual for a 4 year old blender, an expensive pair of 5″ stilettos… Continue reading

An Adventure of 1.4 Miles. Round Trip.


The distance from Milwaukee, WI to Brussels, Belgium is 4092 miles.  Hence the title of this here little blog.  You may be wondering, “hey lady…this blog is pretty boring, when does this adventure start?”  That’s a great question dear reader and the truth is I haven’t got a f*cking clue.  Theoretically our background checks will arrive tomorrow.  Then we just need my husbands Belgian work permit, a 3-legged unicorn, and a permission slip from Jesus to get our visas.  No big deal. Continue reading

To MKE, With Love

Downtown Milwaukee, WI

Downtown Milwaukee

If I told you that I always dreamed of living in Milwaukee…well, that would make me a liar.  As a matter of fact, if you had asked me 6 years ago to make a list of the top 30 or even 50 places I’d like to live I think Milwaukee probably would have been somewhere around, oh I’d say #135.  Sure, I smuggled a flask of vodka into Summerfest in my pants in college and don’t get me wrong, I had a blast – but who would actually want to live there?  It had a reputation of being dirty, dangerous, and generally terrible.  My boyfriend was a junior at University of Wisonsin-Madison when he was offered an accounting job at a large firm in downtown Milwaukee.  It was a great job and we were just happy for our future together, cuz you know love is love where ever you are and all that sappy stuff.  So a year later we packed up our few scraggly college-kid belongings and headed for the Brew City. Continue reading