I changed the name of the blog.  Seeing as I wasn't posting very often, not many people will care why, but for the two of you who might read this still, here's why:

A couple years ago the B-families played the 'drill Becca for her birthday game', it's my favorite.  One of the questions was, if I ever wrote a book, what would it be about and what would I call it?  The general answer was pretty simple, I would call it 'A Life in Boxes' or 'My Life in Boxes' and it would be a collection of travel essays and musings...of sorts.  Since this is as close as I'm going to get to that, I decided that 3 years later, I should change the name of the blog to my pretend book title and blog more, chapter by chapter, essay by essay.

Now why was/is it going to be 'A Life in Boxes'?  Initially it started because I'd moved a lot the past few years and my possessions, my boxes, my life was in several peoples crawl spaces and I was living somewhere else at the time.  My life was in boxes and the life of living internationally means that parts of you are everywhere....makes sense right?  So that's why and now you know.  That reason still stands and makes more sense now than it did even three years ago.  While we're supposed to live more or less cohesively in all spheres of life, there is always a part of me that is different in each box, in each sphere.

 Yes, that sounds very waffles vs. spaghetti and yes, I have read that book.  I know that the boxes analogy breaks down and I won't get bogged down in the terminology....it will make my brain explode, but there you go and talk to you soon.