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homecoming

My Life and Times in Jakarta: Homecoming is not What It Seems

I’m not going to lie. I miss my expat lifestyle in Indonesia. On particularly lucid nights when the child is asleep and we’re crumpled on the sofa watching yet...

Homecoming

“That’ll be 1.58 altogether,” said the lady behind the counter. This was at a bakery in a southern suburb of Manchester, where I was buying some custard tarts...