Saturday, January 23, 2010

Into a Groove


Well, it is the middle of January and it is hard to believe that it is winter. No snow, the birds are chirping, and the streets smell of dirt. It seems so odd not to be battling sub-zero temperatures and mounds of snow. I have to say that although I do miss the sunshine (which we really don’t get a lot of) I don’t miss Canadian winters. They are so wearing. Boots on, undershirt, t shirt, turtleneck, sweater, double up on the socks, and ensure little skin as possible is exposed. I would feel like Randy in the Christmas Story. And that was just to take the garbage out!
Rick often jokes about how green things are here and just the other day said, “It’s time to cut the grass again.” Well, obviously, it is too wet to do that but the concept alone that the grass continues to grow even in January is very amusing to us. People still have flower pots at their doorsteps and hanging baskets on porches. The market sells bulbs of hyacinth and primrose and English Ivy continues to thrive along fences.

Apart from the differences in weather, we seem to be adjusting nicely to our new life. Rick comes home less freaked out than he did in those crazy early months as a new teacher. He laughs and jokes more than when he first started his job and he tells some terrific stories of his antics at the school with students. His new year’s motto is “Don’t get mad, get even.” And for those of you that know Rick well, he is brilliant at that!

Now that I am working, I have established a routine, which is always important to one’s mental health, as far as I am concerned. Having a purpose for the day is what helps me spring out of bed. I was feeling so incredibly lonesome and isolated without a job. This time alone, however, was a very positive experience in that it made me appreciate the work that I do every day. Not that I didn’t before when I was working for the school board. It is just that this is so different. Working in another country and in the private sector with so many different cultures is such a treat. It has been a mind altering experience for me. It is also a confidence booster in that I have been able to take my past experiences and skills acquired in my life so far and apply them somewhere else and be successful. I know I shouldn’t doubt my abilities, but hey, who doesn’t have pangs of anxiety over making a huge leap outta the comfort zone and into unchartered territory?

Well, Chan maybe. He’s a star, really. No complaints from him. As I have shared with you before, this transition has been practically seamless for him. I admire his keen sense of self at such an early age. I wish I had that at 15. His friends are great boys and stop by to meet him as they head off to Bluewater (one of England’s largest shopping malls) to hang out or see a movie, go for a workout at the local fitness club, or head to a party only minutes away from our house. He loves having his independence and this is due to the fact that the bus is at our doorstep and he can come and go without having to rely on us to taxi him around.

This has also meant that Rick and I finally have more time as a couple. How nice is that?! Just today we headed out to Greenwich to see an exhibition on the history of the sun at the Planetarium. We took our time because we could and had a lovely stroll through the park and talked about couple junk. With the house being maintenance free and so easy to clean, and Chan doing Chan stuff, we have time to enjoy some touring and sight-seeing and focus on us.

Monday, January 4, 2010

My Story on BBC

Dear friends and family,

I have recently entered a writing contest with BBC called "My Story". There will be several winners and five will get a book deal.

Here is the link to my entry. I would appreciate it if after reading it you would indicate that you like it (if you do in fact like it). I am hoping this will increase my exposure and set my story out from the many that have been submitted and perhaps it will be featured on their home page. Please feel free to pass this link along to your friends or family. If you don't have any luck with this link, the website is www.bbc.co.uk/mystory and it is under the topic of Discovery and was posted on December 15, 2009.

I hope you enjoy "My Story" called "Stranger in a Familiar Land".

http://www.bbc.co.uk/apps/ifl/apps/vision/opinion/log2results?L2REndPage=/mystory/stories/discovery/168974/%3Fi_like_this%3D1;&source=/mystory/stories/::vapp::gallery::168974&axis=ilikethis&title=/cgi-perl/apps/ifl/queryengine.pl/mystory&max_choice=1&L2REndPage-non-js=&choice=1

Friday, January 1, 2010

Home Away from Home



Having just returned from a few days visiting my family in Solihull, I realize that our little place is feeling more like home. Rick has added some nice touches and has made himself a desk (really a must for a teacher and all of his paperwork and marking), a coat rack, and most recently a terrific pot holder in our tiny kitchen. With limited cupboard and drawer space having somewhere else to place the pots really was a must. It was a bit of a jigsaw puzzle making sure that things would fit back in their places of origin. Did they really go there to begin with? It is hard to decide whether to make this place a home given that we are here for a short time or simply a place to live.

A natural course of evolution seems to occur, however, and you see a mat that would look great in the bathroom, or sheets that match nicely with the duvet, or a lamp that would cozy up a dark corner. Suddenly the house you are renting becomes the home you are living in. And is that such a bad thing after all? Isn’t it nice to feel a sense of comfort and belonging? It doesn’t mean that I don’t still long for my rambling country home in Douro. I can’t help but think of what Rick said when he was travelling in the 80's though. “Home is where your pack is,” he has told me. Having moved a lot as a child, I wasn’t sure I wanted to think about living out of a pack. Being more grounded and permanent was much more appealing to me as an adult.

Did he mean then that I shouldn’t become attached to my home away from home? But getting back to our recent return to Dartford after our holiday travels suddenly brought something to light. My packs rest here now. And my pack could rest somewhere else in the future. Not that I am rushing off to our next adventure. But I do see what he means and I think it also has something to do with contentment which in our day and age is not an easy thing to achieve.

So when we walked in the door with our luggage in hand, that familiar smell of home was apparent, and I was eager to hang my coat on the rack, pull up to desk and check my email, and tuck our things away in the drawers.