Thursday, October 13, 2016

a month and 10 pounds later.....

I'm finally home.

to a house that's still empty, but I'm home.

Maybe you heard about my little visa problem.  Well it's all been resolved now (between country and company) and I can now travel in and out of Kazakhstan without any restrictions.  And it's a good feeling.

A month and 7 days is way too long for anyone to be living in a hotel and out of a suitcase. There are so many reasons for it being bad for you and at the top of the list is how bad your diet becomes.  Hence the 10 pounds!!
You just don't and can't eat well and sometimes meal times is what is convenient.  At least I made sure that I started the day off well and ate breakfast in the hotel. But perhaps didn't work too well.

Although some good things came from it and here's 3 off the top of my head....

1.  my husband can totally take care of the kids.  Actually I always knew he could cause before we married I saw him take care of his nieces.  Change diapers, feed them and even play with them.  So that was never going to be a problem.  I guess it was just me having to let go and letting him.

2.  my kids grew!  In their own ways Tanysha who is 12 and Josh who is 8 missed me on different levels.  And of course each ones needs are different, but they totally grew up quick in the time I was away.  I guess if there is one main purpose for me is 'raising my kids to be capable and able'.  And sometimes being forced to be away from them forces that issue upon us.

3. I got to have some down time.  before I left my husband told me to look at it as a mini vacation.  A time to take care of me.  It was great.  I got to catch up with friends, go to the movies, had lots of retail therapy and then there were days when I didn't have to do anything.  It was good for me.!

But it is so good to be back at home.  To be able to sleep in my own bed and eat home cooked meals!

And now I think it's time to do something about this 10 pounds that I picked up from somewhere!! LOL...

Friday, September 16, 2016

where are you from?

more than any other question this is the one I get the most, Where are you from?
Sometimes I'll ask those people to guess.  And the responses I get are from all over the world.  Although I get India and some south american country a lot.  And then when I speak a full sentence - well then I get either the USA or some other English speaking country.  It's always interesting.
Anyway on this day today,  my home country of Papua New Guinea is celebrating 41 years of Independence.  We've come a long way as a nation.  I've come a long way as a person.  And no matter how far I've traveled and places that I've had the privilege of living in, I am a Motuan.  A Papuan.  But most of all A Papua New Guinean.  And I'm proud to be an islander from a small island at that,  but so rich in diversity and culture.

the photo above is me proudly displaying my heritage. Because I am a motuan.  I am a Papuan. But on this day and every other day I am a Papua New Guinean ... and whether I like it or not an ambassador of my country.
My niece wrote this piece a couple of days ago on facebook and I thought I'd share it today. Because she summed up everything about our country.  where we are from, where I am from........
I come from the “Papua” part of “Papua New Guinea”
But people don’t know of the Papuan part or the New Guinea
They only know Papua New Guinea
They don’t know that there are four regions
And that our looks and languages and customs differ
They only know we are uniquely diverse
They don’t know some of us have Afro hair and while others have curly or straight hair
Or that our skin colors differ from black, white and brown
All they know is that we are Melanesian
That’s why I choose not to confine myself to a particular provincial group because you then develop an ethnocentric mentality
So ask me where I’m from and I’ll tell you I’m from PNG
Because at the end of the day I write down my citizenship as being a Papua New Guinean NOT a Papuan
(Alythea Jae Siraba)

Thursday, September 08, 2016

changing stages

yesterday I had coffee with some moms from my daughters school here in London.

There were some new moms, moms who have been at the school for a couple of years and then some moms who have left the school but still have friends there - so came along.

as an expat (actually even just as a mom) these gatherings are so important.  You meet, you share and we exchange contacts for a doctor or an orthodontist that you would recommend.  It's important.

As I sat there, across from me was a mom whose been at the school for a couple years but I noticed something(someone) was missing.  You see last year her son would be there with us. Having his glass of milk, some apples that his mom would bring and a few toys to keep him busy while the moms talked.

I asked my friend where her son was and she said - he's started school, his early years.  Oh what a wonderful time for her and her son.  A new beginning, a new chapter.

I sat there thinking about how she might be feeling I thought about my own changes for this year, and the need to manage 2 school calendars.  Our family of five have some changes of our own this year.