Honest writing about expat life, community, and what it means to belong somewhere new.
The cadence is the rule. The cadence is the whole rule. Why Franzus Social runs on the second Wednesday of every month — and why that one structural choice does most of the heavy lifting.
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Six years in, you stop converting prices, distances, holidays, weather, references — and one day, even the social shorthand. There's a quiet grief in losing the conversion. And a quiet arrival.
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Six years in Dallas and I still explain where New Zealand is on a weekly basis. Why being from somewhere interesting in America is a trap.
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Big venues, name badges, a DJ who hasn't read the room. Why the expat meetup circuit optimises for the wrong thing — and what actually works instead.
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It's not just the food and the beaches. It's the ease. The shorthand. The way a room full of strangers can feel like family.
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