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Diane the Wild Wanderer

It's a small world. Live large.

Diane's blog

Welcome to the mental and physical voyages of Diane Wild. 

Out of place

Out of place

The move to Edinburgh is the most obvious sign of the changes I’ve made in my life over the past few years. I read the book Designing Your Life after I was already well into the process – job quit, bags packed – and it felt like an affirmation. In retrospect I could...

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Home is where the art is

Home is where the art is

It's been just over a year since I landed in Edinburgh with two bags of clothes and sundries, followed by two cats and five boxes of stuff. If home is actually where the heart is, the cats were the biggest factor in making even Chateau Mildew feel like home instantly,...

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Chateau Mildew

Chateau Mildew

Toward the end of September I’d just landed in London after more than nine hours in the air, with another short leg to Edinburgh to come after this layover. Years of contemplation and months of preparation brought me here. I’d gone past comfortable to stagnant; I was...

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Becoming bulgogi

Becoming bulgogi

It didn’t start with the bulgogi, but I realized what was happening with the bulgogi: I was shedding my self-image of being an indifferent cook. I was -- could it be? -- enjoying myself. I was now … a different cook. I might even start cooking for other people more...

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Join the dance

Join the dance

Before I moved to Edinburgh sight unseen, knowing no one, I knew I’d have to make an effort to create a social life from scratch. I had a plan: Meetup groups, volunteering, evening classes, pushing myself to get out as much as possible. I’ve occasionally overdone it...

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Why Edinburgh?

Why Edinburgh?

Why Edinburgh? The border guard asked me that when I arrived in London, papers from the Home Office in hand. In the four months I've lived here now, I get asked that a lot. The short answer is “life adventure,” but that doesn’t really explain what drew me to Edinburgh...

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Here’s my VoIP number, so call me maybe

Here’s my VoIP number, so call me maybe

With all its downsides highlighted lately (cesspool of political division, actual fake news calling real news fake, and violent trolling, anyone?) it can be easy to forget the Internet is magical, allowing the world to shrink in wonderful ways. In the roughly 18 years...

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Thanks, Grandpa Wild

Thanks, Grandpa Wild

I don't remember how I heard about the UK Ancestry Visa, but it was when I was working in London for a month on the 2012 Olympics, hearing my local coworkers talk about their weekend trips to Paris, Amsterdam, Prague, etc. So my desire to take advantage of an easy...

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Peace and propaganda in the DMZ

Peace and propaganda in the DMZ

Every two-ish years since Vancouver 2010, I've worked for the host broadcaster of the Olympic Games. So every two-ish years I explore as much of the host country as I can given how little free time I have during the contract period. Other than Vancouver (because I...

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