As I write this, I fully realize that I may fall under much
criticism and seem like a spoiled brat.
The critics may not be too far off. I decided to share my thoughts
anyway. After all, this blog is supposed to capture my true feelings so that I
may look back on it and recall our life experiences. While I realize my issues
below are not real world problems, when you move with your family to the other
side of the world, I feel it is okay to complain just a bit. So “here we go”!
(Jason Arnold, do you get it?)
We have made the move to Alabang (the Philippines) and are
struggling with a bit of jet lag. We flew in on Sunday night and arrived at the
house around 10 PM. Much to my dismay, Tony left bright and early Monday
morning to start a full week of work. The cupboard was quite empty, so for
breakfast we feasted on snacks that we had thrown in our carryon. Thankfully, Tony
came home for a long lunch and grocery shopping. I have found that grocery
shopping is one of my biggest struggles when I move away. I miss all things
familiar. Luckily, the grocery store just around the corner has a section
devoted to the USA. This delighted the children and me! Finding the right
cheese and milk was a different story. I settled on boxed milk. Gag. Who knew I
would long for the Publix brand organic milk?! I gave up on the cheese and don’t
get me started on the meat.
Day 2 has begun and I am still knocked out with jetlag. My
emotions are in a whirl, which is where my spoiled-like attitude comes in…here
we go! After eating cereal and boxed milk out of a cup (our items from the states
have yet to arrive), I rinsed my cup out in the sick to the sadness of seeing no
disposal. After standing there for a few moments, I realized that I was
breaking out into a sweat. There is no air con in the kitchen. Which brings me
to my next rant; there isn’t central air in the house, only individual units in
certain rooms. So you sweat, turn the air on, freeze, turn the air off, sweat and
repeat the process. So, after weeping over no disposal and no air con in the
kitchen, I decided to wash clothes. I knew we had a washer and dryer, but
couldn’t recall where. Oh, that would be outside in the maid service area
(which I am sure will be a future blog). Boxed milk, no disposal, no central air, and
my washer and dryer outside, I decided to call it a morning and start my blog.
Not to worry, I am embracing these little hiccups. They have
taken me back to my days at the beach house on Albatross where Memama would
sweat in the kitchen and the cousins and I would stand in front of the window
unit, holding our shirts over the unit to cool us down. I don’t even think we
had a washer and dryer. But, we were together… and at the beach. Here, we have
a lovely house with a pool…AND WE ARE TOGETHER.
Ellis sacked out about an hour before landing.
Hannah Grace checks out the sushi on our layover in Tokyo.
A little wine and a movie for me!
Just a few bags!
Our driver, Cesar, high fives Ellis.
It only took two vans to carry us and our luggage.
Our first meal out
Milk in a box
Australia and the USA covered!
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