The Introvert Expat SAHM Diaries

I Was Sane When I Was Blogging

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Hello sexy WordPressers! 👋

I’m baaaack! And this time, I mean it. Yessiree, I do.

Oh you have no idea how many times I tried to start a “new” blog, because I thought that this would be best after a very long hiatus.

But today, the thought occurred to me: why not just pick off where I left? And so here I am 🥳

I don’t know if you’re still interested in the ups and downs of an introvert expat SAHM, but I really missed talking to y’all. I’m a person who thinks a lot, overanalyzes almost everything, gets in her own way … but prior to the hiatus, this was not a problem at all. Because it just meant more to share with you and, because I was putting it out for the world to see, I was also forced to frame everything in as positive a way as I could. Which in turn had a positive effect on me personally.

So when I stopped blogging, oooooh boy, let’s just say I became somewhat of an emotional hothead! Without a safe place to “dump” my ruminations, and without the impetus to look for the silver lining I became, let’s just say, annoying. To myself most of all, because I didn’t want to be like that. Now I’ve come to realize that blogging is very much like journaling but with the added responsibility of restraining the negative bent your thoughts can sometimes have if you allow them to go on unchecked.

Also, when I was blogging I cared about stuff. I cared about reading good books, about exercising, about trying new things, about my mismatched eyebrows, about this and about that … it’s like being excited about life because you have friends to share it with. When I stopped blogging it’s as if I also fell into a rut. I did try a few things but overall, I’d say that without the perspective of a narrator, things just weren’t as exciting.

I don’t know if I’m making any sense but, that’s how it feels to me.

Today also my baby turns 4 years old and I think it’s high time to start adding more things into my life. Yes, I am still a slave to this adorable tyrant, but things are not so chaotic and unpredictable anymore, a routine has started to emerge.

So yeah, I’m excited to be back. I look forward to our upcoming (and cathartic) “chats” aaand, you know, I just want you all to know that I appreciate you for being here, for spending a bit of your valuable time to read my story. This thought just makes life more interesting … is that crazy? 😄

I’ll soon be back for more ❤️

Home & Heart

New Leafy Family Members

Hello gorgeous!  Meet Britney, Jeanette and Eleanor, they are the newest addition to my family ❤ (And can you tell how playful Jeanette is from the way she’s poking Britney in this photo?) XD

Okay before you start thinking I’m totally nuts :D, let me mention that over the weekend I decided to add happiness to my environment by trying my hand at caring for indoor plants.  If some of you are wondering what happened to Mimosa well, she fell to an early and unfortunate demise from the balcony I perched her on.  I suspect this guy had everything to do with it 😡

(And yes, I like to name my plants.  And my yarn. I’m just crazy that way) XD

Moving on ~

I wanted the flowering kind but there wasn’t much choice at the plant nursery. Most of their plants were not the tabletop kind. I might move on to large houseplants eventually but I’d like to start somewhere bite-sized. Hence, I’m hoping these lovelies are here to stay.  More importantly, that I learn how to make them bloom. (Apart from Mimosa, I’ve never had any plants before).

I bought some fertilized soil and nice pots at the hardware store and re-potted them yesterday.

re potted houseplants

I’m allowing them until tomorrow to get used to their new pots and to be out under trees 🙂 Meanwhile I’m busy making space for them in our living room.  They should be safe there from this guy! I’ll post another picture sometime next week.

That’s it for now. Let me leave you with this very helpful houseplant care guide

The Introvert Expat SAHM Diaries

The Occasional Misgivings of A Former Career Glamazon

camelion-709905_640Last night, wondering about a recipe that just wouldn’t come out right, I texted a friend for clarification. Inevitably, as she was also a former officemate, we got to talking about my new life as a homemaker.

When I tendered my resignation everybody was flabbergasted. All of them, upon knowing I was moving to Indonesia and becoming a housewife, couldn’t stop from asking an incredulous “But what are you gonna do there?!!”. My boss especially (I miss that smart guy!), would ask a team-mate long after I left if I was really, absolutely sure of my decision. Apparently, they just hadn’t pegged me for someone who would drop a lucrative career path to become a housewife.

So anyways last night my friend asked me what sort of things I was into nowadays and I enthusiastically replied “crochet!” with a big smiley face. And to quench any further inquiry from her – a reflex reaction – I immediately texted: “How about you guys? What’re you up to?”

Within a few seconds my phone was frantic with beautiful pictures of them having a team building activity at some plush beach resort. They were doing paddleboard yoga, and they looked fantastic! I wished I were there with them. And then I didn’t.

But that evening I slept with an unsettled feeling.

This morning I realized why, I was feeling defensive about people in my past life thinking I must be bored outta my wits. Choosing the domestic life over the excitement of cross-functional projects, tight timelines and business travels? And then moving to unfamiliar shores? I must be cray, right?

Okay, truth be told, it’s this move to Indonesia that’s really testing my mettle. But thankfully I can also say that to a great degree I have already mastered my mind where boredom is concerned.

You can be bored living in the most exciting place on earth. Conversely, you can also be un-bored in the most uneventful, even confined place you can imagine. It is all in your mind.

Granted, if there’s one thing I truly miss and crave, it’s social interaction. I miss my friends. And more than that I miss the ability to make coffee dates, even being able to wander off on my own is for now but a fond memory. I miss that feeling of independence where entertaining myself socially is concerned.

But as I see it, I can either continue to feel sporadically defensive (and a host of other, unappealing and certainly un-constructive emotions) about my new life , or I can take the time to understand it, adapt to it, become enriched because of it, and definitely look good while at it 😉

The choice gets clearer to me every day.