Go big or go home…

Archive for the ‘excited’ Category

I’ve spent a lot of time moaning about missing autumn – time to redress the blog karma. It’s a balmy, misty 29C today, and it’s December!!! Weird but wonderful.

Ten months is just enough to have covered a full range of seasons here. I arrived during the Northeast Monsoon – people told me it was uncharacteristically cold and dry. Having fled the coldest English winter of my lifetime, it was obvious the Singaporeans were wrong. That shit was hot! I fainted twice during my first two weeks, from dehydration I think.

From May it dried out and temperatures started to creep. I was forced to reconsider my idea of hot. Sidewalks shimmered, aunties took off their cardigans, I even switched from walking on the sunlit side of the street (tourist) to the shaded side (local). I forgot it had ever rained, and a trip to the UK mid-summer confirmed I would never live in temperate climes again.

Come autumn, those temperate climes lured me with their siren songs. The thought of being away from England as the days darkened (I NEVER thought I’d write this) seemed impossible.

But at some point in the past few weeks that changed. The Southeast Monsoon arrived. The days are cooler, breezes dance round the clouds. Each morning I’m greeted by a quintessentially perfect English summer day, the sort that could only be conjured by Wodehouse or Richmal Crompton.

I look at the sky and grin. My first tropical Christmas is less than three weeks away!

This is *exactly* what I can see from my living room window.

Safe and sound and excited about the start of our new life, and the year of the ox.

Gong xi fa cai

Gong xi fa cai

Love you all!

J & L

xx

We… I say ‘we’, perhaps I should introduce us first. My husband J and I, got the news that we’re leaving about a week and a half ago.

He’s being transferred out with his work, I’m accompanying him as the little woman (I rather like the sound of ‘expat wife’, more glamorous than ‘her indoors’). While being kept does sound vaguely appealing (perhaps I could join a golf club?), I’m looking for work too.

We’re noticeably both scared and excited by the thought of leaving our nice safe London nest, but we’re dealing with it in very different ways. J tends towards the insular when he has a lot to think about, whereas I seem to have flipped myself into a very manic phase.

I’m not sure this mania is a bad thing – I’ve certainly got a lot done in the past week – but I don’t know how sustainable it is. The longest guess in the sweepstake is two weeks, which falls a bit short of the seven weeks I have left in the UK.

Two weeks feeling this insane does seem like a long time when you consider I’ve been bouncing off the walls, surviving on four hour’s sleep a night and driving J mental, but so far it’s been really good fun!

I’m sooooo smiley and happy along with the insanity that I think I could see it carrying me through until I leave. Trouble is, I know myself all too well, and wouldn’t be surprised if I get to Asia and then suffer the longest comedown of my life.

After two year’s talking incessantly about how much we’d like to live abroad, it’s finally happening!

D-day is the last week of January – less than two months away.

I’m sooooooooooooooooooo excited/terrified/excited/terrified. It’s gonna be a roller coaster, baby!

There’s nothing like all out bipolar mania to let you know you’re alive.