Hi, I’m Emily. I’m not crazy. I’m mad
I spent my junior year of high school in France through the Rotary Youth Exchange Program, and my life has been a set of contradictions ever since.
I grew up in the US but often feel more at home overseas.
I’m a vegetarian but have no problem with you enjoying bacon.
I’m married to my best friend but he still can drive me batty.
We spent six and half years in Zurich while Mr. Mad Cow worked on his Phd. We were poor by Swiss standards, but we had quite the time. We traveled. We learned languages. We lindy-hopped. And we had a baby: our daughter, the Vachette. It was pretty sweet.
But all good things must come to an end. Mr. Mad Cow graduated. He got a real job, and we had to leave our cozy life in Switzerland. It’s been a few years, but I still miss it.
We currently call Boston home; more specifically, Davis Square in Somerville. We bought a house, our dear Dottie, but I would never rule out a future expat stint. Have passport. Will travel.
And the name? That’s thanks to my French host father. His daughter, a fellow sixteen year old, and I were very close. Together, we were prone to typical teenage fits of inexplicable laughter. During one of our sillier moments, he called us a bunch of vaches folles, and I’ve considered myself a Mad Cow ever since.
Welcome to my madness.
You can reach me at emily (at) musingsfromamadcow (dot) com.