Treat Yourself

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At 34 weeks pregnant, foggy brained with acid reflux & pelvic pain ๐Ÿ˜ต, the last thing I want to do is go on a road trip to somewhere away from the comforts & familiarity of home. But, this is exactly what we did last Saturday.

view from room 1

I realized now was my last time to experience a change in scenery for a very long, long time. I also missed looking out into the infinite horizon and breathing in fresh salty sea air, so I asked the husband if we could stay overnight at a beach resort.

view for lunch

The day was rainy and gloomy, but I got my wonderfully tangy sea air, seafood (I swear the hearty Tom Yum soup silenced my acid reflux for the rest of our stay!๐Ÿ˜ƒ), and yep, definitely a change of environment ๐Ÿ˜

beach villas

My daughter wanted to bathe in the sea and I myself wanted get at least knee-deep into sea water, but a warning about stone fish during low-tide changed our minds (what are stone fish?) ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ So we just sat on the chairs and stared into the horizon.

looking up

This was the view outside our window. My husband and daughter still got to enjoy the pool the following morning while I lounged under a parasol and took pictures of my bloated feet ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„

view from room 2

night show

There was an al fresco buffet for dinner that evening and some kind of magic show was going on. But by then I was feeling very tired (but contented) and preferred to stay in the air-conditioned room enjoying a banana split ๐Ÿ˜‹

So I guess what I’m trying to say here is: go treat yourself. Whatever it is, big or small, it’s sure to make you smile ๐Ÿ™ƒโค๏ธ

What made YOU smile this week?

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Unfocused & Angklung

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This week in Paardje’s life … I wish I had a lot to share, I’ve been worrying about not blogging enough but, truth be told, I am just unfocused and dazed ๐Ÿ˜ด ๐Ÿ™„ I guess it comes with the 31 weeks preggers territory.ย  All I’ve been doing as of late is play games on my Kindle, read other blogs, sleep (a lot!) and read up about breastfeeding.

I feel very huge and cumbersome now.ย  I don’t feel much for going outside because aside from feeling like a hippo and looking like a hippo (in my generally shapeless 3rd tri maternity wear), I tire quite easily.

I have been “forced” to get out this week though.ย  The school my daughter attends had a formal opening of their new school building and, for the occasion, she had to learn how to play this beautiful Indonesian bamboo musical instrument – recognized by UNESCO as a “Masterpiece of Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity” – called Anklung.

I’m so proud of B1! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

And for some reason, I just can’t help but get teary-eyed with this. ๐Ÿ˜ข Really. I mean, I can’t even get through the first few notes without threatening to bawl! ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Wiser And Braver For It: A Post-Melbourne Update (Part 2)

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In part 1ย of this story I shared a bit of our (short) job hunting experience in Melbourne, and how I felt somewhat guilty watching my husband go through the process.

But this wasn’t the only reason I agreed to come back to Indonesia.ย  I had my own realizations too that allowed me to let go of my “anywhere but here (Batam)” mindset.

Continue reading Wiser And Braver For It: A Post-Melbourne Update (Part 2)

Praying About It

SalsaNowhere in my entire life is the adage of blooming where you are planted more challenged (or taunting) than in my present circumstances.

First, there is the double-edged sword of time freedom-in-abundance. I am a housewife with no small children to look after. And thanks to 2 wonderful housekeepers (included in the husband’s expat package) who come to the house every morning to do majority of the housework, I lift my fingers only quite sparsely – to load the laundry and hang it to dry, wash dishes and cook dinner.

Boy, am I lucky! So much time to explore the world, no?

However, there is a downside to my current situation. I am in a foreign, non-English speaking country. In a small, relatively young city that has yet very little to no options for entertainment and/or socializing (especially for foreign SAHMs). That little possibility that something worthwhile might be out there to explore comes with the hurdle of having to learn a new, very alien sounding language.

And I tried.ย  But without the opportunity to immerse, I retain only the basics and my frustration. Or let me correct myself, I have found nothing out there (that does not require traveling far) that is worth getting fluent with the language over. Now don’t get me wrong, learning a new language is a boon in itself. But for me, there just has to be another incentive on top of that.

Hence I remain a couch explorer of the internet and of the antics ofย  my own mind.

So now husband and I have decided to move to an English-speaking metropolitan city in December. (Our own decision, not tied to his job). Every atom is my body rejoices at the prospect. Libraries, museums, farmers markets, coffee shops, parks, cheesecake, oh my! And no more people running away from me in department stores because I am a bule.

But my husband’s boss apparently values the husband so much that he is coming up with all sorts of offerings of promotions and bonuses and of moving heaven and earth. Last week there was the offer to arrange a job for the husband in Germany, then last night there was an email that a post would be opened for him in Hungary.

I don’t blame the husband for feeling like the biggest rockstar since sliced bread. (That’s a double whammy for you in the interest of emphasis).

And for WAFFLING.

But the honest truth is that I don’t want to be uprooted any longer! (Stamps feet heavily to emphasize).

I want to build a HOME already!

This is beyond boredom or merely keeping myself occupied.

I want to take root!

And for me this means finally settling someplace where we can be together and where the 3 of us, not just my husband, will have opportunities and we can finally build a community. (And besides, news coverage has me questioning the safety of Europe at the moment).

Sigh!

But December is still about 4 months away and I can only “pressure” the husband so much.

And I did decide to be a trailing spouse. Although right now it sucks.

So I’m sitting here ranting to y’all and feeling the urge to splurge on yarn. Mountains of yarn. Warehouses of yarn! Ocean liners of yarn! (There, let the company you work for pay for that husband! Oh and I want unlimited supply of extra virgin coconut oil too! MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!).

So I don’t know. Maybe I will learn masonry.

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