A month ago today I started my first real job. I am already different. I am still a kid, but a different kid.

There are human beings everywhere. Never have I seen human life spread so thick and worth so little.

Being an expat is great. Your universe ends where the bubble does.

I hold his hand as we climb the hill to our house. It wasn't always this way.

The veneer of luxury that the Middle-East tries so desperately to maintain is slowly peeling away at the edges.

I was a different kind of son now. They would tell me what their plans were and ask if I wanted to join.

Was it the girl or the city I was so hopelessly taken with?

Ham in Madrid is more than a dining experience, it is a spiritual experience.

It was like swimming in a giant school of fish. Who knew walking could be so much fun.

When I came back, something struck me that I had never cottoned on to before: there were so few women walking Indian streets.

I don't know whether Poland is a mourning nation stuck in the present or a modern country stuck in its history.

The ratio of 25 men to every woman firmly reminded you that you were in India.

I should have joined the clique as they went for lunch. But instead I read football365.com and my Waitrose Pastrami sandwich in silence.