Author: Karen Pease
Is This What You Wanted?
by Karen Pease
Karen Pease, programmerI find our race to the bottom unbelievable, along with the velocity at which we’re moving. I would…
Our Own Worst Enemy
by Karen Pease
Greetings, readers! It’s time for another classic edition of “Someone Who Came Here As A Tourist Before Moving Here Tells…
So, There’s No Sun Up There In The Winter, Right?
by Karen Pease
It seems that nearly every conversation I have with overseas family and friends this time of year where Iceland is…
Mouldy Potatoes To You, Too!
by Karen Pease
A year and a half since I first picked up a copy of ‘Teach Yourself Icelandic.’ A year since I…
On How I Learned To Shout For Help
by Karen Pease
I planned to write about what it was like moving all of my stuff into my apartment in Kópavogur after…
Customs, Inspections, And Permits, Oh My!
by Karen Pease
Moving halfway around the world to Iceland isn’t just about walking onto a plane and stepping into a new life….
Like A Foreigner In The Land Of My Birth
by Karen Pease
I moved from the United States to Iceland in February of this year, to a pretty apartment in Kópavogur with…
I’m Not In Kansas Anymore, Thankfully
by Karen Pease
Well, more precisely, I’m certainly not in Iowa, where I lived and worked before I came to Iceland in February….
Here Don’t Be Dragons!
by Karen Pease
As I write this from my apartment in Kópavogur, I realize I should start at the beginning. Every immigrant has…