These are a few of my favorite things…

IMG_2284Recently, I made a whirlwind trip to the States and in addition to working longer and harder than any other twelve days in my life, and mamma-worrying constantly about my kids, I had a chance to catch up with a few old friends.  One asked me why I wasn’t writing more on this blog.  I stumbled and mumbled a few excuses about how busy and exhausted I’ve been and then I came clean.  This move has been hard.  Like, r.e.a.l hard.  Most of what I’ve been writing sounds so sad and depressing that I haven’t wanted to share it and let the record reflect it. A lot of what I’ve been thinking and feeling would be a bit of a buzz kill. As a family we are making wonderful memories and stretching ourselves in lots of directions with travel and adventure, but also experiencing our share of homesickness, culture shock and adjustment issues that come with such a big change.  I promised my friend that I would write more often, and maybe even share some of the sad bits, but that my goal was to be fully honest while staying positive.  So for today I will keep it peppy and tell you about a few of my favorite things….

Singapore was Christmas crazy!

Literally, everywhere I went from November til mid January, I saw tinsel, sparkle, lights and flashy motifs.  Even the most off-the-beaten-path shops had outdone themselves in holiday garb!  At home, I always felt as if the month of December was a mash up of celebrations, and so “Happy Holidays” was our inclusive way of recognizing that not everyone believes in Christmas.  NOT HERE AT ALL.  Everyone’s holiday happens here and much ado is made about each one.  Christmas is definitely the biggie and it seems lots of people get in on the fun whether the Christmas Story holds religious meaning for their families or not. The Christmas season felt fun, upbeat and joyful and not a bit political.  And it’s really, really hot.  Imagine Christmas lights, Christmas music and sweat rivulets at all times.  I went to a fancy Christmas Ladies Luncheon and had such a hard time finding something to wear.  All my normal holiday dresses and outfits felt too heavy, so I settled on a silk blouse and a taxi but after the walk home that blouse should have been burned.

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Traditions are still traditions, even in a new place.

We bought a live(ish) tree and decorated it with the same bundle of hodge-podge ornaments we’ve been carting around and adding to bit-by-bit for 19 years.   By doing this, we connected this life of “after” to the life we’d been living in San Francisco, otherwise known as “before.“  One of the difficulties about moving that caught me off guard is the blank slate feel.  We arrived hopeful, but without a sense of what to look forward to and be excited about.  Turns out, it’s exhausting to enter each day and situation with no sense of expectation.  We are learning so much about what the calendar year looks and feels like, and beginning to relax a bit.  I had not realized that in the past when I anticipated Thanksgiving, dishes, smells, table linens and dinner guest’s faces would all subconsciously flash through my mind.  And if the event or holiday turned out a little differently, that was okay; it was just a variation of what I had been expecting.  This move made it so we expected nothing.  There was nothing to look forward to, only the present to appreciate.  And that’s good and grounding in a way, but hard to live every single day.  Now that we’ve had six months under our belts, we are beginning to feel a rhythm, and especially now that we’ve had one Christmas season to walk through, it feels somehow connected to past Christmas seasons.  My children have each celebrated a birthday here and they got to pick their breakfast and their special dinner and we dragged out the numbered candles we’ve been using since they turned one. Honoring family traditions has helped stabilize us a bit.  Even attending a Lessons and Carols service did its part to heal the hearts of our holiday homesickness. Scroll to the bottom for a glimpse of St. George’s Lessons and Carols and the opening song.)

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Fresh start syndrome.

As much as the blank slate can cause me anxiety, (who am I without a full calendar?) I wouldn’t trade it away.  I’m really starting to dig my Singapore self.  Obviously, I have the same personal habits and character traits as before, but I have much more freedom to choose my actions and how to fill my days. I pace myself better here.  I am taking better care of my family and I’m being much more intentional about friendships, both keeping up with the ones from home and investing time in new ones here.  I do have a slew of lovely ladies here in Singapore that I’d like to get to know better in 2014.  There are about ten women I just know I will like, but we’ve had trouble getting on each others’ calendars.  The old Joy would feel super stressed out about this and create ridiculous scenarios to fit in a coffee, a walk, a tag team grocery shopping trip, just to make sure we got it checked off the list.  The new Joy just believes it will happen as soon as it can and relaxes into knowing that those women, or others will eventually become my people.

Acclimation

Guys, I’m not gonna lie…. it was rough in the beginning.  I felt like the four of us were spinning in different directions and I was just trying to hold onto the metal bar of the merry-go-round.  But yesterday, I had a really bad day and let a lot of anger fester for hours.  (I won’t bore you with the story, but it involved getting the total runaround about how to repair or replace this tiny remote key that is supposed to open the electronic gates to my house.  Can you think of a more boring way to spend your morning? Me neither.)  Yesterday was significant because it made me realize I am beginning to acclimate to this country and its habits because that down, blue, I-hate-the-way-Singaporeans-don’t-give-straight-answers-or-offer-helpful-suggestions sulk felt odd, like it didn’t quite fit me anymore.  It was a feeling I used to live with and now it’s a rarity.  (Except when we eat out at restaurants I usually feel it for the entire meal.  I don’t think I will ever get used to restaurant service here, so we eat at home most nights.)  Once I processed the anger away and remembered how much face-saving is at play – always and forever it’s there in the conversation and my western mind tends to forget that – I was able to brush past the experience and enjoy a night with my son.  That’s some serious acclimation, friends.

Friends who visit

Yeah, we kinda run a B&B around here.  Book your trip now or there won’t be room for you in 2014.  In the space of three months, I will only spend a handful of nights on my own in Singapore, and I am loving it.  There is nothing more fun than finally getting out and exploring my new city with people who really just want to see me happy.  When I gleefully point out a temple or a chicken rice stall that I’ve come to love, my guests are tickled pink to experience it all with me.  And it makes me happy to be here in this new life, sharing it with my old life. Somehow showing it all to someone who knows me really well helps me believe it’s really true.  I have moved to the other side of the world, see? Here are the Chinese characters on the street signs to prove it. It’s been affirming to share my new life with old friends.

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The kids I brought here.

They were amazing individuals before we moved and the transition has helped them blossom even more.  I see these tall, tan, semi-adults sharing my house and creating the lives they want and I think… Wow, Singapore has grown them up.  They are both taking athletic, social and academic risks that make my head spin, but somehow they quickly realized, we’ve got this opportunity and we can make the best of it if we don’t hold back.  And they are taking the bull by the horns in every direction.  I just sit back and watch it happen and feel honored to be close to the flames.  If I were forced to give each of them a new middle name I wouldn’t hesitate; Confidence would stick.

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Being in the club

No matter where we’re from or how long we’ve been here, whether we have children, or if we are blue or afraid to drive on the left, or if we work full-time, we are all living away from our home country.  The expat club is inclusive and has embraced me.  I am grateful.  I met a sweet gal named Charlotte at church recently.  She’d been here all of nine days when I walked up to say hello.  I lost track of her and bumped into her about eight weeks later and she said “Thank you for being so warm and welcoming to me when I first moved here.”  For real?  I’m already on the welcome wagon?  I can tell someone where to grocery shop, where to buy new soccer cleats and a wallet for your son that will fit the odd sizes bills.  Looks like it homies – I am an old timer round these parts!

Work

My CAbi work has been a lifeline.  When I could have stayed at home in my jammies all day watching Netflix (who am I kidding, of course I did that a few times in the Fall) I had a business to focus on.  There are CAbi consultants across the US who need me (or at least pretend to and I am grateful for their trickery!) and customers who eagerly await my return trips to San Francisco.  Guys, this is HUGE for a woman who went from an over-engaged life to a quiet one.  And CAbi has helped me meet women here.  Clothes are very expensive and cut for a smaller body, so it turns out that there’s a market here for my work.  So far, I’ve mule-d some CAbi orders back in my luggage for pals here, but time will tell how fast this business grows.

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Puppies 

I might have to save this topic for a future post because there is just too much to tell.  But for now… omgoodness we adopted two of the cutetest littermates on the Earth.  Go ahead and Google “how to potty train two puppies at once” and you will know a little about what my life is like right now.

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More soon from planet keeping it real and positive.

Your Singapore Joy

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Getting Grateful

photo  Oh friends… it’s been too long.  Friends and family who rely on this blog to keep tabs on us, I am sorry for the delay.  No news is good news in this case.  Anonymous readers who connect with my heart and writing, I promise I will be back soon. Who was that girl who thought moving to the other side of the world would give her the time and focus she needed to write?

Here’s the quick update for friends and family (anonymous readers you can skip down a few paragraphs; it won’t hurt my feeling a bit):

We finally moved into our “permanent” house and simply adore it.  Boxes are still scattered here and there (my office just got unpacked this weekend and mornings find me sitting at my new desk typing away!), but we’re making good settling-in progress each week. We feel really fortunate to be in this house.  It’s not fancy, but it’s centrally located in an area of mostly high-rise condo buildings.  We can walk to the American Club, the main shopping district and tons of restaurants on Orchard Road, and to the most expensive grocery store I’ve even seen.

Emma’s soccer team traveled to Bangkok and Taipei and eventually won the gold medal in the league. They broke a record for not letting in a single goal all season or something very bigtimish like that.  Her soccer team fully embraced her and I adore the girls outside of sports who have welcomed her into their circles.  I never see her on the weekends as she bounces from one event to another.

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Louis played American football this season and his team will play in the championship game this coming Saturday.  It feels very “Texas,” this football thing, and it’s been one big ball of fun.  I love cheering him on and can see how much he’s learned over the last few weeks.  His fitness and stamina are amazing and he’s gotten even taller!  I can’t keep him in shoes that fit!  He has a big boisterous group of friends from church and enjoys the novelty of being the only American.

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Brad is exhausted.  He travels somewhere each week, works really long hours when he is in town, and there is always something for him to figure out or fix for me at home.  We hugged last weekend and he whispered into my ear “there is so much not getting done.  I haven’t called my Mom in ages, I need to look at our US mail, we need another bank account, we need to set up US tax payments…”  The list of things we need to do right now seems endless.

So that leaves… me.  People, I am good.  But, I still have ups and downs.  Daily life continues to confuse me, but the days are getting easier and my routine is beginning to come together.  I’ve been on a slew of first-dates-for-friends and am beginning to make round two with the women I liked.  It takes time to develop deep relationships– even with women I really click with and admire!

A few weeks ago, I realized that my family seemed to be missing a deep sense of gratitude.  Back in our old city by the Bay we loved our home, each other, our friends, our city, our church…. I could go on and on. It just wasn’t very difficult to wake up each day and feel a sense of blessing hovering over our lives.  When we moved here it felt like the rug had been pulled out.  We were struggling just to find anything to like a little bit!  Everything smelled and tasted unusual, the heat and new rhythm sapped us of energy and we missed home viscerally.  Before meals we’d join hands to offer grace and honestly, some nights I could barely say, thank you for the food we are about to eat and I’d have to leave it at that.  During my round of dates, I met a few women who’ve been here a lot longer than me and they hate it here.  They are deeply unhappy and spent the time we had together expressing their disgust at local customs, the heat, the food choices, the prices and everything else that takes getting used to.  Over an American steak house date night with Brad, (highlight of the month!), I recounted some of their words and said, “I don’t want to end up like that.”  It scared me to see that raw face of bitterness up close.  All of their complaints resonated with me, but I think the way through this hard time is to embrace the difficulties with a sense of curiosity instead of judgment.  So, I’ve been making a concentrated effort to get grateful in a hurry.  I’ve never been good at faking much of anything.  Faking one’s feelings only hurts the faker and usually doesn’t fool any onlookers. The gratitude I am hunting down needs to be the genuine kind.  Some days it’s easier than others.  Here are some of the things I’ve come up with so far.

After God’s grace, our health, my marriage, the particular kids I was given, our jobs and the love of extended family and friends, here are more just-moved-to-Singapore specific things.

Our House.  I know I covered it already, but I feel like it was sent from heaven as a gift, wrapped just for us. In a confessional moment, our realtor shared her belief that this house represents God’s favor on our lives.  I know that my happiness is not the intended end result of God’s blessings.  This makes me curious to see how this house fits into His plan of work for me to do. We must be the only Americans in Singapore paying less in rent and living in a larger space than we had in the States.  I have a guest room for the first time in seventeen years!  We all have room to spread out and heaps of teenaged boys can play video games in the family room and we hardly know they are there. We’ve hosted our first dinner party and had seating for nineteen people.  Emma’s entire soccer team slept over a few weekends ago.  We are close to living the social hosting life we were accustomed to in the States.

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Our non-car.  Emma and Louis are very independent and can get themselves anywhere without my help.  I don’t drive them to practices, games, youth group or sleepovers.  Only a Mom who has eaten lunch in her car and picked up burritos for dinner three nights in a week can appreciate how liberating this is.  I am very grateful for the opportunity this offers me and what it has done for my kids.  In the same breath, I have to offer gratitude for the plethora of taxi-cabs.  The drivers very often have no idea where my destination is, and they drive in a way that makes me very carsick, but they are usually very easy to find and cheap to pay.

The safety of Singapore.  Dude, you don’t want to do anything wrong in this country.  You’ll get caned and thrown in prison so fast you won’t be able to say can-can-lah. This means my teenagers can walk the streets at midnight with little fear and their mamma can fall asleep watching Law and Order without the frantic texting and cajoling them to get to wherever they will sleep now. We still have rules and curfews, but these kids have tons of freedom because it’s safe here.

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Travel Opportunities:  I’m a little ashamed, but I’ve never really had a travel bug. My parents took me to loads of places when I was a kid (Africa, Europe, all over the Caribbean) and I know it opened me up and changed me for the better.  But as an adult, I just felt complete. Take me to Hawaii or Mexico and let me read by the pool. I certainly never had a desire to travel to Asia.  But here I am and all of the sudden I am ablaze with desire.  I research all the local airlines and places I can get to from Singapore in one flight. (There are many, many options!) I ask my potential new friends about their travel experiences and everyone has something to share. When Emma and I were in Taipei, we had one afternoon to see some sights and we were one hundred stories over the city looking down at the busy streets, mountains and mist, just pinching ourselves.  Can you believe we are in Taiwan?  In the near future, my kids we will go to the Philippines, Thailand, Sri Lanka and Cambodia on vacations or service trips.  That’s just the beginning. I have plans for this family!

Our helper:  Nan-Nan came to live with us when her British employers had to leave the country suddenly.  Some day, I will tell you more of her story, but suffice it to say we love having her in our home and she takes great care of us.  We’re having tacos tonight with the corn tortillas I brought back from my last trip to San Francisco and I can hear (and smell) them frying right now.  When the kids get home on the late bus I will turn my computer off and we’ll go downstairs to dinner.  Yes, I am very grateful to have Nan-Nan with us.

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Church:  We are still spread out over a couple of churches, but everyone likes where he or she attends each week.  We miss City Church down to our core, but we are all getting the reminder of God’s love and grace every single Sunday.  We go for the reminder, Fred says.  Gotta be grateful for that.

Tuesday Bible Study: This group is full of really loving women. It’s not anything like the Pause group, but it’s life-giving in its own way.  Here’s proof that I am making friends and settling in.  They met at my house this past week.

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The American Club:  Killer salad bar and a teen scene.  Need I say more?  I’m doing the final proofread by the pool today.

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Real grateful living involves being thankful for everything, not just the fun stuff. I read One Thousand Gifts with everyone else and I believe it.  But I’ve got to start somewhere and these were the easiest places.

I’m sure there is more… I will keep thinking…

Singapore Joy