8/17/11

Radio Silence

Yeah, yeah. It's been a while. And in that while, so much has taken place. A home became simply a house, filled with ten years' worth of memories and the shadows of things we cherished. A family was uprooted and spent a good three weeks in nomadic existence (which, I highly DO NOT recommend when with a baby a mere month and a half in age). A plane ride with tons of luggage to juggle and excited children to herd delivered us to the place we now call home.

I've packed and unpacked, cleaned the condo, searched for furniture, bought and cooked food, walked kids to the bus stop and picked them up at the end of school. I've met teachers and new neighbors, became familiar with the underground labyrinth of shops and stores that greet you when you alight from the MRT, and established the much-needed routines to settle my family.

I've stayed awake at night (and the wee hours of the morning) to feed Raul. I've brought the kids (one by one) to meet the new pediatrician, who, thankfully, is someone I can work with.

I've found the market and have heaved a sigh or relief that I can buy large cuts of meat and chicken at a fraction of what the groceries here command. I've spent S$20 on plants that I bought from the grocery because I miss my garden and green just brightens up a room. (And no, I don't believe in the fake stuff.) I hope that I can keep them alive.

The condo is slowly becoming a home. We've unpacked most of the boxes, and discarded things we do not need. We now have a dining set to have proper meals, and a sofa to rest our weary feet. And now the mothering begins, running after kids who are jumping on the sofa, complete with shoes or dirty feet. Getting the kids to sit still so they can eat properly. hay.

I've rediscovered my inner cook, having to make most of the meals. I've deboned chicken, made my own atcharra, marinated meats, and baked goodies for the kids. After the cooking, I've done the dishes, cleaned the floors, picked up after the kids (which, they are learning to start doing themselves).

My days (and nights) have been packed.

But, I am slowly finding my groove and am loving it here.