The great debate going on in our house right now:
20 foot sea shipment container vs. a 40 foot sea shipment container.
The difference between the two containers is a price variance of $2,000.
"Queen Mover Lady" says we *should* be fine with a 20 foot container ... but she can't promise anything.
Sigh.
Is it worth my energy to go through some of the boxes currently in the ship pile, to reduce our sea shipment with *stuff* that is quite possibly just crap anyway?
Is it worth $2,000 to SAVE some of my energy and just ship it all and say, the hell with it?
I'm leaning towards doing some more purging and saving that $2,000 -- even if it IS the company's money that I'm saving. I'd rather not have those random boxes arriving in India and having to find a place for that *stuff* ...
Or at least I think that's the direction I'm leaning.
Stay tuned ...
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I have had this "draft post" window open for hours. I have so much to say, but nothing is coming out right.
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I have 8 suitcases and duffel bags (empty) in my living room. I have 4 smaller suitcases (also empty) also sitting in the living room. I feel like I have this weekend's time to get the things/belongings/clothes that we are going to need for the next 7 weeks into those suitcases (and then make sure they all fit into the back of my Explorer).
Movers come on Tuesday (TWO AND A HALF DAYS, people!) and as of Wednesday, we will officially become nomads. We are staying in a hotel that first week, so as to give the sea shipment ONE more week to hopefully arrive with us in Delhi (instead of weeks later).
I did the shopping yesterday at Costco for our dry goods and such that I'm having shipped over. Bug spray, mac-n-cheese, deodorant, pullups, licorice, fruit snacks, sunscreen, "good pens" and the like. I had a momentarily meltdown as I stood in the aisles ... completely lost -- mentally and emotionally -- trying to decide what we needed to purchase, what was unneeded and had a complete overwhelming feeling of being completely unprepared for the pressure that lays on my shoulders as I try to do everything humanly possible to make sure that our family is going to be ok through this process.
I am so looking forward to the day that this house becomes empty. Empty of our belongings and empty of the stress and chaos of the last few months. It will provide me with a very strong sense of purpose as we then plug away towards the next phase in our journey.
I am so excited about the first day of packing/moving because as of that afternoon, all of the things we are having stored (memories and treasures) will be safely tucked away ... and our garage becomes half empty.
I just prepared baby bowtie pasta with spaghetti sauce and creamed corn. Yummy. More importantly than the fact that I actually *remembered* to fix us lunch, it also means that the fridge and pantry are slowly but surely becoming empty as well.
One last "empty" item ... I can't wait to close the local checking account and empty that sucker out and get all of our funds in ONE place. We've been operating - somewhat haphazardly - out of two accounts for way too long and I'm looking forward to one more empty status.
I am trying my hardest to not look at my current state of well-being as being empty as well. I am trying my darndest to put a smile on my face, and dig deep for some extra energy to get through the next week.
The kids are beyond tired of living like this and I don't blame them.
Once next week finally arrives, I will feel full up again, rejuvenated and downright giddy to get on with this adventure!
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I have 8 suitcases and duffel bags (empty) in my living room. I have 4 smaller suitcases (also empty) also sitting in the living room. I feel like I have this weekend's time to get the things/belongings/clothes that we are going to need for the next 7 weeks into those suitcases (and then make sure they all fit into the back of my Explorer).
Movers come on Tuesday (TWO AND A HALF DAYS, people!) and as of Wednesday, we will officially become nomads. We are staying in a hotel that first week, so as to give the sea shipment ONE more week to hopefully arrive with us in Delhi (instead of weeks later).
I did the shopping yesterday at Costco for our dry goods and such that I'm having shipped over. Bug spray, mac-n-cheese, deodorant, pullups, licorice, fruit snacks, sunscreen, "good pens" and the like. I had a momentarily meltdown as I stood in the aisles ... completely lost -- mentally and emotionally -- trying to decide what we needed to purchase, what was unneeded and had a complete overwhelming feeling of being completely unprepared for the pressure that lays on my shoulders as I try to do everything humanly possible to make sure that our family is going to be ok through this process.
I am so looking forward to the day that this house becomes empty. Empty of our belongings and empty of the stress and chaos of the last few months. It will provide me with a very strong sense of purpose as we then plug away towards the next phase in our journey.
I am so excited about the first day of packing/moving because as of that afternoon, all of the things we are having stored (memories and treasures) will be safely tucked away ... and our garage becomes half empty.
I just prepared baby bowtie pasta with spaghetti sauce and creamed corn. Yummy. More importantly than the fact that I actually *remembered* to fix us lunch, it also means that the fridge and pantry are slowly but surely becoming empty as well.
One last "empty" item ... I can't wait to close the local checking account and empty that sucker out and get all of our funds in ONE place. We've been operating - somewhat haphazardly - out of two accounts for way too long and I'm looking forward to one more empty status.
I am trying my hardest to not look at my current state of well-being as being empty as well. I am trying my darndest to put a smile on my face, and dig deep for some extra energy to get through the next week.
The kids are beyond tired of living like this and I don't blame them.
Once next week finally arrives, I will feel full up again, rejuvenated and downright giddy to get on with this adventure!
Lessons Learned
We took Todd back to the airport this afternoon.
We had a FANTASTIC time having him home and we'll cherish all of the memories ... and they will help hold us over until July 17th! It was so bittersweet dropping him off at the airport! I know that it means we only have two weeks until we leave Cleveland. I know we're one day closer to seeing him again and arriving in India.
I also know that parting IS truly such sweet sorrow and that absence does make the heart grow fonder.
Some lessons learned so far through this process?
1. I can't say with any certainty that this will be our one and only overseas assignment. What I CAN say is that this is the one and ONLY move where we will separate our family for three months.
2. No question is a stupid question. So many of the things that we've learned through this process no one would ever NEED to know, but save an overseas move with a family. I've definitely learned that without probing, asking and sometimes asking AGAIN, you often times don't get the answers you need. I've learned to keep asking, sometimes asking with a bit of authority and sugar mixed in, and always keeping notes!
3. Make a paper chain. Seriously. If you have little ones ... and have ANY type of an activity or event in the future, make a paper chain. It doesn't get any easier than this, but I'm amazed that it took me this long to figure out that a paper chain would help with the incessant "Mama, when are we ....." questions.
4. Do not take friendships for granted. More importantly, never underestimate the power and effect that YOU have on other people. You may never know whose life you've touched because that person may never have the courage to tell you.
5. Get Henna. Maybe not literally, but do the things that you think are silly and too "out there." You only live life once, right?
6. Purge your belongings. Yep - this one is a literal lesson learned. All of the junk I've been hanging onto all of these years was such an energy suck. Not only because it takes longer to clean a packrat house, but because in my opinion, it REALLY does drain you mentally to have too much. We live in a country of excess ... and it might do you some good to purge ... just for the sake of living with less.
7. Speak up. I've learned sooo much from my fellow bloggers that I've met along this journey. Advice, suggestions, do's and don'ts about our new home. I hope that I too, can help at least one other person with Delhi Bound. So I am choosing to speak up. I hope you do too!
I love comments ... leave them! We all have something to offer someone else. Ask questions and share insights. Share support, offer feedback on what it might be like from your side of the globe.
What lessons have you learned recently?
(and by the way, Anonymous Commenter who got cold feet this week ... email me if you ever need to chat!)
We had a FANTASTIC time having him home and we'll cherish all of the memories ... and they will help hold us over until July 17th! It was so bittersweet dropping him off at the airport! I know that it means we only have two weeks until we leave Cleveland. I know we're one day closer to seeing him again and arriving in India.
I also know that parting IS truly such sweet sorrow and that absence does make the heart grow fonder.
Some lessons learned so far through this process?
1. I can't say with any certainty that this will be our one and only overseas assignment. What I CAN say is that this is the one and ONLY move where we will separate our family for three months.
2. No question is a stupid question. So many of the things that we've learned through this process no one would ever NEED to know, but save an overseas move with a family. I've definitely learned that without probing, asking and sometimes asking AGAIN, you often times don't get the answers you need. I've learned to keep asking, sometimes asking with a bit of authority and sugar mixed in, and always keeping notes!
3. Make a paper chain. Seriously. If you have little ones ... and have ANY type of an activity or event in the future, make a paper chain. It doesn't get any easier than this, but I'm amazed that it took me this long to figure out that a paper chain would help with the incessant "Mama, when are we ....." questions.
4. Do not take friendships for granted. More importantly, never underestimate the power and effect that YOU have on other people. You may never know whose life you've touched because that person may never have the courage to tell you.
5. Get Henna. Maybe not literally, but do the things that you think are silly and too "out there." You only live life once, right?
6. Purge your belongings. Yep - this one is a literal lesson learned. All of the junk I've been hanging onto all of these years was such an energy suck. Not only because it takes longer to clean a packrat house, but because in my opinion, it REALLY does drain you mentally to have too much. We live in a country of excess ... and it might do you some good to purge ... just for the sake of living with less.
7. Speak up. I've learned sooo much from my fellow bloggers that I've met along this journey. Advice, suggestions, do's and don'ts about our new home. I hope that I too, can help at least one other person with Delhi Bound. So I am choosing to speak up. I hope you do too!
I love comments ... leave them! We all have something to offer someone else. Ask questions and share insights. Share support, offer feedback on what it might be like from your side of the globe.
What lessons have you learned recently?
(and by the way, Anonymous Commenter who got cold feet this week ... email me if you ever need to chat!)
Global Wonders ... my kind of music!
I've long been a lover of music. Music of all kinds.
Music moves me and I often used it to veg, motivate, relax, provide perspective or to just all-out-jam to.
I've long wished for my children to also become lovers of music and I've been very excited to introduce them - concurrent with our pending move to India - to music from all over the globe.
At our recent Playdate Goes Global, we created cds of various international themed children's music, but I SO wish that we'd been able to provide each family with a GLOBAL WONDERS CD!
Now available (AS OF TODAY!) through Amazon.com and at Target, ToysRUs and other retailers, this truly great CD features authentic culture in music styles that you moms and dads will also enjoy listening to (I promise!). This is not another one of those cds that you cringe at when your kids ask to listen to it!
Our family has spent many an afternoon be-bopping to this CD and the kids are even learning the words (in other languages!). Global Wonders is an award-winning CD, produced/composed by Jim Latham (who has also written for Disney).
This CD includes an impressive 19 songs spanning the globe - almost literally - with music from India, Italy, Greece, Mexico, Argentina, Japan, Ireland, Cuba and the United States (New Orleans Jazz, and Hawaiian Tiki). Highlights include a unique version of Vande Mataram, (India’s national song and the second most popular song in the world, per the BBC), incorporating a children’s choir into the chorus; Go Go Greece, a get-up-and-dance traditional Greek song; Banda Dance from Mexico; the Bollywood style India Celebrations; and America The Beautiful in a gospel vibe.
Take a listen at their special Global Wonders YouTube page or check out the Global Wonders website.
This family already has "India" the Global Wonders DVD on their wish list!
Music moves me and I often used it to veg, motivate, relax, provide perspective or to just all-out-jam to.
I've long wished for my children to also become lovers of music and I've been very excited to introduce them - concurrent with our pending move to India - to music from all over the globe.
At our recent Playdate Goes Global, we created cds of various international themed children's music, but I SO wish that we'd been able to provide each family with a GLOBAL WONDERS CD!
Now available (AS OF TODAY!) through Amazon.com and at Target, ToysRUs and other retailers, this truly great CD features authentic culture in music styles that you moms and dads will also enjoy listening to (I promise!). This is not another one of those cds that you cringe at when your kids ask to listen to it!
Our family has spent many an afternoon be-bopping to this CD and the kids are even learning the words (in other languages!). Global Wonders is an award-winning CD, produced/composed by Jim Latham (who has also written for Disney).
This CD includes an impressive 19 songs spanning the globe - almost literally - with music from India, Italy, Greece, Mexico, Argentina, Japan, Ireland, Cuba and the United States (New Orleans Jazz, and Hawaiian Tiki). Highlights include a unique version of Vande Mataram, (India’s national song and the second most popular song in the world, per the BBC), incorporating a children’s choir into the chorus; Go Go Greece, a get-up-and-dance traditional Greek song; Banda Dance from Mexico; the Bollywood style India Celebrations; and America The Beautiful in a gospel vibe.
Take a listen at their special Global Wonders YouTube page or check out the Global Wonders website.
This family already has "India" the Global Wonders DVD on their wish list!
Luck
From my inbox this morning :
"In the East they say that luck favors the prepared mind. I believe that life favors the prepared mind."
—Robin S. Sharma
"In the East they say that luck favors the prepared mind. I believe that life favors the prepared mind."
—Robin S. Sharma
Life in the South
Many thanks to Emma from In-Dia Stratis - Mutterings from Madras for providing today's "guest post." We truly have become kindred spirits and have recently shared so many of the same scheduling issues and time-frame dilemmas. BEST wishes to her as she makes the move "state-side" soon!!
Naomi stubbled across my blog I presume when researching the 'ins' and 'outs' and 'pros' and 'cons' of her move to Delhi and I am very happy to tell you that we have struck up quite a rapport, each helping one another for reasons that will become apparent!
My family and I (hardworking husband Ian, Ellie now 4 1/2 and Luke 2) arrived in Chennai in the state of Tamil Nadu (formerly Madras) South East India from the UK late last September for a 3-5 year placement.
I'd been to India before...on holiday...in Goa, beautiful! Go, if you ever have the chance, although I'd probably recommend Kerela first!. My husband had been on business and we knew the score...amazing place, amazing sights, sounds, smells, (Yep good and very bad!) amazing people and a wonderous world of contrasts and contradictions.
BUMP! You arrive in this place and you hit the ground running and everything you see, touch and smell, everyone you meet, everything you witness combines into a crescendo of sensory overload. You take a deep breath and you get on with life and somehow everything becomes the norm...very quickly! And I mean that. It is truly amazing how you can adapt so easily to a place that you thought would be, and is, quite alien. It has its hazards, it has its foibles but if your sensible and careful you will have a wonderful life here.
Chennai is a sprawling city with no 'Centre' as such. Historically us British colonised and in all honesty probably brutalised the place aswell. It is large, it is HOT, it is dirty, it is littered with rubbish, cows, dogs and goats but the one thing that remains constant are its people who will tell you that they are Tamilians first, before Indian. Religion is strong and is split 3 ways between Hindu, Christian and Muslim and all co-exist respectfully and peacefully. Having and being able to afford 'staff' is a Godsend, day to day everything takes so long to do and houses take up so much time and energy in maintenance that you need someone to translate, the handyman, the maid, the driver, the gardener, the sweeper. Lucky for you if you can find people to dual role! I am very happy to say that after a couple of stumbles I found THE MOST wonderful people to help and have around and I will never forget any of them for as long as I live. People who are so loyal and hardworking that they will put you before their own families....but when I found that one out on one particular day they all had a long hard talk from me! As an ex-pat ,you live in Chennai in a bubble. There is very little to do as a family other than meet up and dine out with other ex-pat families, which is fun...for a while, but how nice would it be to be able to go out for a long country walks, ride out on bikes, have a picnic? It is just too hot and public facilities and amenities are not the best. Toilets...eeeuuww don't go there!!??
Delhi, on the other hand...don't be fooled!...is apparently civilisation personified! A friend visited last week and regaled us all with tales of shopping malls to rival London and New York. Good restaurants. Clean open spaces, Wide open unconjested roads...but it's just what I've been told!! Naomi will be fine! She'll have a ball!
Unfortunately for us, after just 6 months into our assignment we were told that due to the global economic slowdown it was unlikely that we would be able to stay our term. Much heartache over missed opportunities and the like for us, as we sat, grumbled and waited to hear our fate.
In just 2 weeks we will be leaving India, firstly for a few weeks back to the UK...and then...Woo Hoo! We are moving to North Carolina, for 3 years. Wish me luck! I do however hope that this is not the last I will see of this beautiful and most amazing country and her people.
Emma x
M.I.A.
Happy Memorial Day everyone!
I've been a bit M.I.A. lately and I promise I'll be back to my regular crazy-posting self later this week.
Issues with my computer (ACK - the horrors!) AND more importantly a surprise visit home from Todd!
He arrived on Thursday and we are LOVING every minute of this visit.
He heads back to India on Tuesday and I'll catch you up on our life a bit later this week.
xo
I've been a bit M.I.A. lately and I promise I'll be back to my regular crazy-posting self later this week.
Issues with my computer (ACK - the horrors!) AND more importantly a surprise visit home from Todd!
He arrived on Thursday and we are LOVING every minute of this visit.
He heads back to India on Tuesday and I'll catch you up on our life a bit later this week.
xo
I ran the shoreway!
I would like to be able to say that I had been training for yesterday's half marathon with vigor and intention. That I monitored my progress and added in some hills, some flat speed work and was on track for running my best 1/2 marathon yet.
Instead, I lined up with thousands of other runners at 7:00 am not having run since two weeks prior. I should have had some cross-training days and I should have spent this week tapering off of my training, instead of simply eating more chocolate!
It didn't matter though. I was awake, I was in great company with other girls from the running club, and I knew I could do it!
I didn't talk to anyone, didn't make new friends and didn't much even communicate or glance at the spectators. I just put my headphones in, put my head down and ran.
The run was beautiful, the weather crisp (ok, honestly - on the shoreway? The wind was brutal and cold) and the music great. My legs hurt, my back aches and my soul is proud!
I am bummed because there are some great women from running club that weren't able to run with us yesterday ... and I know how disappointed they are. They showed amazing support though for those of us who DID run and THAT is at the heart of why the running club is so great. Women ... supporting each other ... for a common good.
I consider myself a lucky girl to be able to run (and be encouraged and motivated) with some of the best momma runners out there. I'm hopeful that the CVMRC continues, grows and gets even better over the years (hint, hint!). Girls, I expect great things, lots of races and more group runs!!
Moms Gotta Run!
Official time was 2:28:17. Last year was 2:47 something. Happy to have shaved off some time!
Instead, I lined up with thousands of other runners at 7:00 am not having run since two weeks prior. I should have had some cross-training days and I should have spent this week tapering off of my training, instead of simply eating more chocolate!
It didn't matter though. I was awake, I was in great company with other girls from the running club, and I knew I could do it!
I didn't talk to anyone, didn't make new friends and didn't much even communicate or glance at the spectators. I just put my headphones in, put my head down and ran.
The run was beautiful, the weather crisp (ok, honestly - on the shoreway? The wind was brutal and cold) and the music great. My legs hurt, my back aches and my soul is proud!
I am bummed because there are some great women from running club that weren't able to run with us yesterday ... and I know how disappointed they are. They showed amazing support though for those of us who DID run and THAT is at the heart of why the running club is so great. Women ... supporting each other ... for a common good.
I consider myself a lucky girl to be able to run (and be encouraged and motivated) with some of the best momma runners out there. I'm hopeful that the CVMRC continues, grows and gets even better over the years (hint, hint!). Girls, I expect great things, lots of races and more group runs!!
Moms Gotta Run!
Official time was 2:28:17. Last year was 2:47 something. Happy to have shaved off some time!
Playdate Goes Global
What do you get when you combine 14 crazy mommas, over 30 children, some ingenious passports and loads of sugar?
In a community where diversity is NOT a large part of our children's day-to-day experiences, two of my friends and I decided that a cultural lesson was in order.
All invited moms were instructed to choose a country, research with their children (admittedly most of us did the work on our own), plan a craft and provide a snack - all that correlated to their chosen country.
We gathered yesterday afternoon for the result and boy was it crazy!
After each mom and kid team set up their tables (some with flags, some with appropriate fabrics, some with music and some with books or reading materials), we started the process of "clearing customs" with each family.
Handcrafted passports were handed out to each child, along with a Country Itinerary (their checklist to be sure they made it to each country).
With all of these countries to visit - Australia, Canada, China, France, Germany, Greece, India, Italy, Japan, Lebanon, Poland and Russia - can you believe we made it to all of those locations in just under two hours?
Whether it was sampling mango chutney, eating with chopsticks, tasting eclairs or dipping melons in grecian yogurt, the children were given a fantastic example of what food might taste like in a different country.
No hotdogs, mac-n-cheese or pizza here! What was incredible was that most of the kids responded to their taste testing with a resounding "Mom! That was really GOOD!"
The crafts were equally as educational. Chinese lanterns, german pretzels (made from playdough), coloring boomerangs, Indian rangoli, Faberge eggs or pasta art from Italy, these kiddos exercised their creativity!
When we planned this event, we envisioned a very brief introduction to various countries and how people live on these far away places, with playtime taking up the majority of the time. What surprised us was how "into it" everyone got.
We watched kids run up to other kids and ask "Have you been to China yet?" or "Oooh, go make the craft in Germany!"
We as parents have a responsibility to teach our children not only about manners and their ABCs, but also to be more culturally aware. We owe it to our kiddos to help them understand that there is an entire world out there.
Just across the ocean, just across our borders ... lies a completely different way of living. Whether it be the standard dress of a country, varied religious practices or general ways of life ... it can be incredibly rewarding to watch your little ones soak up this new information.
Many schools host international/cultural fairs when children are in 3rd or 4th grade. However, you don't have to wait until your kids get into elementary school to start expanding their horizons.
Gather some of your friends together, and host a 'trip around the world' for the benefit of your kiddos!
Playdate Goes Global, that's what!
In a community where diversity is NOT a large part of our children's day-to-day experiences, two of my friends and I decided that a cultural lesson was in order.
All invited moms were instructed to choose a country, research with their children (admittedly most of us did the work on our own), plan a craft and provide a snack - all that correlated to their chosen country.
We gathered yesterday afternoon for the result and boy was it crazy!
After each mom and kid team set up their tables (some with flags, some with appropriate fabrics, some with music and some with books or reading materials), we started the process of "clearing customs" with each family.
Handcrafted passports were handed out to each child, along with a Country Itinerary (their checklist to be sure they made it to each country).
With all of these countries to visit - Australia, Canada, China, France, Germany, Greece, India, Italy, Japan, Lebanon, Poland and Russia - can you believe we made it to all of those locations in just under two hours?
Whether it was sampling mango chutney, eating with chopsticks, tasting eclairs or dipping melons in grecian yogurt, the children were given a fantastic example of what food might taste like in a different country.
No hotdogs, mac-n-cheese or pizza here! What was incredible was that most of the kids responded to their taste testing with a resounding "Mom! That was really GOOD!"
The crafts were equally as educational. Chinese lanterns, german pretzels (made from playdough), coloring boomerangs, Indian rangoli, Faberge eggs or pasta art from Italy, these kiddos exercised their creativity!
When we planned this event, we envisioned a very brief introduction to various countries and how people live on these far away places, with playtime taking up the majority of the time. What surprised us was how "into it" everyone got.
We watched kids run up to other kids and ask "Have you been to China yet?" or "Oooh, go make the craft in Germany!"
We as parents have a responsibility to teach our children not only about manners and their ABCs, but also to be more culturally aware. We owe it to our kiddos to help them understand that there is an entire world out there.
Just across the ocean, just across our borders ... lies a completely different way of living. Whether it be the standard dress of a country, varied religious practices or general ways of life ... it can be incredibly rewarding to watch your little ones soak up this new information.
Many schools host international/cultural fairs when children are in 3rd or 4th grade. However, you don't have to wait until your kids get into elementary school to start expanding their horizons.
Gather some of your friends together, and host a 'trip around the world' for the benefit of your kiddos!
The roots of a friendship
I've been needing to write this post for awhile now ... but everytime I sit down to type, I get misty-eyed and boo-hooey (is that a word?) and I put it off for another day.
Today is the day however, and I need to start processing the fact that I'm leaving some amazing women, friendships and relationships. I'm beginning to wonder just how military wives DO this on a regular basis!! How do you begin to come to terms with leaving amazing relationships?
I am overwhelmed with the events that have been planned for me. O.V.E.R.W.H.E.L.M.E.D.
The festivities started with a dinner with some girls from the running club. The conversation was lively, the company fantastic, the dessert heavy with calories and the memories priceless. I received a charm to add to my running necklace, to commemorate the running club that was started during my time here. I wear it daily!
The festivities continued with an intimate spa outing and wonderful dinner at The Melting Pot with another group of girls. What a special night. Loads of laughs, tons of tears and a plethora of memories I will carry with me! I was presented with a Pandora bracelet and a charm from each of the women. Talk about a boo-hoo moment. Each of the gals had chosen a charm that had a meaning to our relationship and that bracelet will also be worn daily.
The festivities carried forward with a henna party with women from various moms groups, playgroups and my "Planter Lady." We sampled Indian fare, learned how to "turn the lightbulb" and enjoyed good wine, wonderful laughs and company AND amazing henna art. At the end of the night, I was overwhelmed by a presentation of a crazy amount of charms to add to my Pandora bracelet.
Overwhelming.
(In fact, I'm on my way now to buy a second bracelet, because the charms I received do not fit on the ONE bracelet.)
I am blessed - TRULY blessed by my friendships. I am fortunate to have friends all over the country, the world actually, and I don't take any of them for granted.
As I start to say goodbye to my friends in the snowglobe, I am sad and melancholy. Frustrated by the lack of time I made to foster new friendships and mourning the opportunity to have MORE time with those women that I did connect with on a more intimate level.
The roots of friendship between women are strong, and sometimes twisted and tangled. We attempt to maintain friendships with other women in the middle of raising children, fostering our relationships with our spouses and just "living life."
I am looking forward to continuing to nourish the roots of my friendships - via the internet. I am a bit sad to know that some of them won't flourish. Some of them will become memories and some won't continue to grow.
I am hopeful that with the addition of new friends to my circle, as we move across the ocean, that we all take some time ... or rather MAKE some time ... to ensure that our communication and sharing stays strong!
We all have so much to learn from each other. When we honestly share our struggles and frustrations with each other, we are offering an opportunity to learn, to grow and to be better women.
When we - as women - take the time to open up to another woman ... we are presenting a gift to each other ... letting each other know that we are not alone in our attempts to live this life to the fullest.
Each of you - my dear friends - has touched me and enriched my life! We have different reasons that we connected, different circumstances for each one of our friendships. Regardless of how much time we spent together, or how we met originally - I have learned from you and appreciate the time you invested in our relationship.
Make the time to share more ... encourage more ... appreciate more ...
Today is the day however, and I need to start processing the fact that I'm leaving some amazing women, friendships and relationships. I'm beginning to wonder just how military wives DO this on a regular basis!! How do you begin to come to terms with leaving amazing relationships?
I am overwhelmed with the events that have been planned for me. O.V.E.R.W.H.E.L.M.E.D.
The festivities started with a dinner with some girls from the running club. The conversation was lively, the company fantastic, the dessert heavy with calories and the memories priceless. I received a charm to add to my running necklace, to commemorate the running club that was started during my time here. I wear it daily!
The festivities continued with an intimate spa outing and wonderful dinner at The Melting Pot with another group of girls. What a special night. Loads of laughs, tons of tears and a plethora of memories I will carry with me! I was presented with a Pandora bracelet and a charm from each of the women. Talk about a boo-hoo moment. Each of the gals had chosen a charm that had a meaning to our relationship and that bracelet will also be worn daily.
The festivities carried forward with a henna party with women from various moms groups, playgroups and my "Planter Lady." We sampled Indian fare, learned how to "turn the lightbulb" and enjoyed good wine, wonderful laughs and company AND amazing henna art. At the end of the night, I was overwhelmed by a presentation of a crazy amount of charms to add to my Pandora bracelet.
Overwhelming.
(In fact, I'm on my way now to buy a second bracelet, because the charms I received do not fit on the ONE bracelet.)
I am blessed - TRULY blessed by my friendships. I am fortunate to have friends all over the country, the world actually, and I don't take any of them for granted.
As I start to say goodbye to my friends in the snowglobe, I am sad and melancholy. Frustrated by the lack of time I made to foster new friendships and mourning the opportunity to have MORE time with those women that I did connect with on a more intimate level.
The roots of friendship between women are strong, and sometimes twisted and tangled. We attempt to maintain friendships with other women in the middle of raising children, fostering our relationships with our spouses and just "living life."
I am looking forward to continuing to nourish the roots of my friendships - via the internet. I am a bit sad to know that some of them won't flourish. Some of them will become memories and some won't continue to grow.
I am hopeful that with the addition of new friends to my circle, as we move across the ocean, that we all take some time ... or rather MAKE some time ... to ensure that our communication and sharing stays strong!
We all have so much to learn from each other. When we honestly share our struggles and frustrations with each other, we are offering an opportunity to learn, to grow and to be better women.
When we - as women - take the time to open up to another woman ... we are presenting a gift to each other ... letting each other know that we are not alone in our attempts to live this life to the fullest.
Each of you - my dear friends - has touched me and enriched my life! We have different reasons that we connected, different circumstances for each one of our friendships. Regardless of how much time we spent together, or how we met originally - I have learned from you and appreciate the time you invested in our relationship.
Make the time to share more ... encourage more ... appreciate more ...
A great friend is truly hard to find, difficult to leave and impossible to forget.
Todd's first Indian haircut
I don't have many details about the experience, but had to share that Todd just got his first haircut since arriving in Delhi.
It cost a whopping Rs. 50 ($1.01) and tipped him Rs. 10 ($.20).
Crazy.
Some photos from Todd's recent visit to Hosur (near Bangalore, whose population in 2006 was 6.8 million - THAT is crazy!)
It cost a whopping Rs. 50 ($1.01) and tipped him Rs. 10 ($.20).
Crazy.
Some photos from Todd's recent visit to Hosur (near Bangalore, whose population in 2006 was 6.8 million - THAT is crazy!)
Emotional Progress
As predicted and soooo hoped for, as the days pass ... the emotional attachment to Donut the Dog is waning. Tony now tells folks - in a very matter-of-fact way - that we had to give away our dog because he wouldn't like India and wanted to stay in the snow.
Both littles got a replacement dog (FurReals) and every chance we get, we love on real puppies from around town.
Donut the Dog is thriving in his new home and we are confident that we made the right decision!
Field of Dreams
Take ONE patch of dandelions
Add in TWO stir-crazy kiddos
Mix in with some dabs of paint
a little bit of creativity
BEAUTIFUL!!!
I realize that this may be over-kill, but you should SEE the tubs of craft supplies that I have packed and ready for the move.
I am deeply fearful (I call it a bomb shelter mentality) of what we may or may not be able to find when we arrive, and we thrive on random craftiness.
Call me silly, but if our family has craft supplies, we WILL travel!
Staying focused.
(I don't know why this post won't let me have hard returns between my paragraphs ... sorry!)
Can you read that? It says "56 in a 35"
Criminy.
$149.00
All because I lost focus.
More importantly, I had quite the humbling moment with my middle kidlet in the car.
At first he panicked and asked if we were going to jail (when he saw the light bar).
Then Tony asked why the policeman was mad at his momma.
I explained that I was going too fast.
(i.e. not paying attention, a million and one things running through my mind, late for the next activity, trying to figure out X, Y and Z, trying to find the right song on the radio, handing Tony his Bakugan that he'd dropped, adjusting my seatbelt ... )
The nice officer smiled ever so sweetly and asked for my license and registration. I've always had pretty good luck with 'getting away with warnings' but today was not that day.
He returned to the car (after what felt like ages while I impatiently drummed my fingers on the steering wheel) and handed me my ticket.
A ticket that equals about 50 McDonalds Happy Meals or 130 RedBox movie rentals (I say 130 because I never return them on time).
That ticket also equaled several relaxing massages or a whole case of nice wine.
That ticket equaled more than that though. It equaled a costly reminder to stay focused. To try a bit harder to leave my to-do list at HOME when I get in the car.
To block out the mental tornado that is currently going on in my head when I'm responsible for other people while behind the wheel.
To keep my phone secured safely in its cute little holster and maybe even stop communicating while I'm driving.
As I was writing the check out to pay the fine, I showed Tony and explained that I was having to pay alot of money for my ticket. Alot of money for not paying attention and for failing to follow the rules.
You wanna know what he said?
"Momma, you should'a told the ociffer that we were moving to India. He would have let you go if you had told him THAT"
I am starting to realize that when I give my all to ONE thing, my efforts are much more magnified than when I multi-task and attempt to spread myself (too thin, most times) across the board. I am writing this post "out loud" as more of a reminder to myself in the coming weeks and months.
If you see me flying down the road in the coming days, or I seem to be losing focus and getting distracted from something you know I want to devote myself to, remind me, ok?
Nothing can add more power to your life than concentrating all your energies on a limited set of targets. ~ Nido Qubein
Mudder's Day
Some snippets about Mother's Day here in the Hattaway house :
Todd sent me a VERY funky watch for Mother's Day. I would have never picked it out for myself, but I LOVE it. Orange face and brushed/muted silver band. Very COOL! SCORE!
I need to have it sized ... will do that this week when I go get a sizer/guard for my wedding ring. Although, that brings up a question and a point ... should I be concerned about wearing my jewelry in India?
~ ~ ~
Conversation yesterday with the boys :
Terran - Mom, uh ... I kind of, uh, accidentally threw away your Mother's Day card that Mrs. Wilk was having us work on in Science.
Me - nice, Terran. Well, you still have time to recreate it just for me. No matter you won't get the points in Science, but you could still make me another one.
Terran - uh, ok.
Tony (piping up from the back seat) - MOM!!! We're making you something in school TOO... and Terran, it's WAY better than just a card
~ ~ ~
Tony - is Mudder's Day tomorrow?
Me - no, dude ... it's on Sunday
Tony - oh ok. then can tomorrow be Kids' Day, so you can buy ME something?
~ ~ ~
Me - Hey Terran, you know what would be nice on Sunday?
Terran - uh, what?
Me - If you cooked me breakfast. That'd be so nice.
Terran - I can do that. What'd'ya want ... eggs and bacon?
(note to readers - I don't eat eggs)
Me - Eggs? You're going to cook ME eggs?
Terran - uh ... yeah ... that's something I know how to cook.
Me - Eggs ... that'd be a perfect mother's day breakfast for me. Thanks
Terran - do you just want them scrambled?
Me - TERRAN. I.DO.NOT.EAT.EGGS!
Terran - uh ... ok. So what should I make then?
(I have a feeling we'll be eating cold cereal and microwave bacon!)
Todd sent me a VERY funky watch for Mother's Day. I would have never picked it out for myself, but I LOVE it. Orange face and brushed/muted silver band. Very COOL! SCORE!
I need to have it sized ... will do that this week when I go get a sizer/guard for my wedding ring. Although, that brings up a question and a point ... should I be concerned about wearing my jewelry in India?
~ ~ ~
Conversation yesterday with the boys :
Terran - Mom, uh ... I kind of, uh, accidentally threw away your Mother's Day card that Mrs. Wilk was having us work on in Science.
Me - nice, Terran. Well, you still have time to recreate it just for me. No matter you won't get the points in Science, but you could still make me another one.
Terran - uh, ok.
Tony (piping up from the back seat) - MOM!!! We're making you something in school TOO... and Terran, it's WAY better than just a card
~ ~ ~
Tony - is Mudder's Day tomorrow?
Me - no, dude ... it's on Sunday
Tony - oh ok. then can tomorrow be Kids' Day, so you can buy ME something?
~ ~ ~
Me - Hey Terran, you know what would be nice on Sunday?
Terran - uh, what?
Me - If you cooked me breakfast. That'd be so nice.
Terran - I can do that. What'd'ya want ... eggs and bacon?
(note to readers - I don't eat eggs)
Me - Eggs? You're going to cook ME eggs?
Terran - uh ... yeah ... that's something I know how to cook.
Me - Eggs ... that'd be a perfect mother's day breakfast for me. Thanks
Terran - do you just want them scrambled?
Me - TERRAN. I.DO.NOT.EAT.EGGS!
Terran - uh ... ok. So what should I make then?
(I have a feeling we'll be eating cold cereal and microwave bacon!)
Reach Somewhere
My mother (who lives in Kenya and blogs at Ministry 2 Kenya) recently wrote us a story about Agnes. Mom has been wanting to help Agnes start a sewing business so that she can earn a little money for her family.
While it is a long read, the point of this story is well worth your time. Read about their quest to simply "get a sewing machine."
I love this quote : “I believe when you come back, I will have reached somewhere."
I personally think that Agnes' very simple quote is far reaching in the grand scheme of life. If only EVERYONE had that motto when saying goodbye to someone (for whatever time frame) ... that they will strive to have 'reached somewhere' in the meantime.
Agnes will work diligently with her sewing machine (although mom just heard from her that the machine is AGAIN not working) in an effort to make just a small amount of money and will cycle long distances to sell her wares. She is intent on "reaching somewhere" and attaining some of her goals by the time my mom returns to Kenya.
Reach somewhere - even if your goal seems small.
Reach somewhere - even if you don't think you can impact anyone by finishing a project.
Reach somewhere - even if you're not sure of the steps to take.
What can you do today to reach somewhere?
While it is a long read, the point of this story is well worth your time. Read about their quest to simply "get a sewing machine."
Agnes’ sewing machine
Tuesday, Agnes and I went to Kitale together to get the machine. We went to three supermarkets to see about prices, etc. We ended up getting it at one called TransMatt. Agnes wanted us to open the box the sewing machine was packed in, to make sure everything was there. I didn’t really see the need (coming from my American experience). We had to have a guy carry it on a dolly to the stage for our matatu. Of course, we had to maneuver through all sorts of traffic (vehicle, car, truck, bicycle, motorbike, etc). Then we had to pay extra for the conductor to tie it up on top of the matatu.
Once we arrived at Matunda, I hired three motorbikes – one for me (with Wycliff), one for Agnes, and one for the machine and table. At a junction, I continued on to my house and she continued on to hers (with the machine).
Later that evening, she sent me a text that some of the parts were missing (extra bobbins and needles, two screwdrivers, etc). Augh! I had wanted Thursday to be a day to just stay at my house. Now, I’d have to go back to Kitale! The following day, Wednesday, I already had plans to visit Robert’s family at Nzoia Scheme (with Collins). But, it seemed I had no choice.
Thursday morning, I stopped by their house. I found a young neighbor guy that Charles had summoned to try to fix the machine. It seemed it wasn’t working properly; the bobbin thread wasn’t being pulled up by the needle. I surmised quickly that the kid knew nothing about sewing machines, however!
I met Collins at Matunda market and we went to Kitale together. The guy we’d bought the machine from was sure he’d put the little box in with the rest. He was very sincere about it and very apologetic that we’d had to travel all the way back. Anyway… in the end, he gave us another box. I bought another dozen spools of thread. While in town, Collins and I had some ice cream (two servings each!). We had to make our trip as fruitful as possible, I guess.
When we got back to Matunda, the two of us had lunch with Charles and Agnes and family. She was really grateful that we’d gotten the missing items and was happy about the extra thread. However, we still couldn’t get the machine to work properly. So, Charles put the machine on his bicycle to find a fundi to repair it. The same time he left, I also headed home. It was about to rain!
Later, he called me from Matunda market to say it was now okay and that he’d had to negotiate on the price. The money I’d given him for the repair wasn’t enough.
As I headed back to Eldoret, I stopped by their house one more time. I found that the machine still wasn’t working correctly! We decided it’d be best for the fundi to come to their house to look at it. Perhaps having it jiggle around on the bicycle and matatu hadn’t been good for it. I gave her $30 to buy some fabric to get started and we discussed various issues about her new venture. She’s very eager to start making money at her new skill.
She told me repeatedly, Mom, to thank you!!
After I got back to Nairobi, I called her. She had decided to take the machine back to the fundi herself (instead of him coming to their house). She used Charles’ bike. That way, they didn’t have to pay for the fundi to hire a boda boda. Anyway… she told me it was finally working okay!
“I believe when you come back, I will have reached somewhere,” she said very confidently.
Please do pray for them. Her profit margin will be minimal. Even finding customers won’t be easy. Her plan is to start sew outside her house (there’s nowhere near enough light inside) and to cycle to three market days in the area – Moi’s Bridge, Matunda (Saturdays), and Nangili. Collins told her Nangili is far to reach by bicycle.
“It’s not far when you need the money!” she responded.
I love this quote : “I believe when you come back, I will have reached somewhere."
I personally think that Agnes' very simple quote is far reaching in the grand scheme of life. If only EVERYONE had that motto when saying goodbye to someone (for whatever time frame) ... that they will strive to have 'reached somewhere' in the meantime.
Agnes will work diligently with her sewing machine (although mom just heard from her that the machine is AGAIN not working) in an effort to make just a small amount of money and will cycle long distances to sell her wares. She is intent on "reaching somewhere" and attaining some of her goals by the time my mom returns to Kenya.
Reach somewhere - even if your goal seems small.
Reach somewhere - even if you don't think you can impact anyone by finishing a project.
Reach somewhere - even if you're not sure of the steps to take.
What can you do today to reach somewhere?
Short and sweet ...
Email received just now from Todd :
"Elephant. Just walked right out. Hard to see it believe it or not - they blend in with the dark and dust. "
You are laughing about this, right along with me, right?
"Elephant. Just walked right out. Hard to see it believe it or not - they blend in with the dark and dust. "
You are laughing about this, right along with me, right?
How does your garden grow?
We have just started Week Nine and me thinks it finally feels like we're past the cold weather for good!
My flowers and bushes that I planted last year (thanks to Char, Dixie and Mary for garden-sharing!) are starting to bloom and thrive ... and they are amazing!
I'm a bit melancholy as I watch the seasons change this year. Even though it is no prize garden, and most people would look at my plantings with a puzzled expression since my long-term vision for my garden is long from finished, I am proud of it all. I cut, divided and took a chance with plants and hoped they would grow back the following year. I dug out lilacs, labored over the lilies (those roots are TOUGH!) and spent many an afternoon sweating and dirty while trying to pick just the right spot for the transplanted chives, lambs ear and hen & chicks.
You may think it's silly, but I'm going to miss these plants. I'm going to miss watching them grow, spread and turn a corner of my world into a greener space. I'm going to miss watching to see whether they take or not and whether they do better year after year.
~ ~
Todd spent Sunday looking at housing. I won't belabor you with photos just yet, as the majority of the properties got a resounding "No" response from both of us. He looked at flats, he looked at apartments and he looked at farmhouses.
I have to be honest. I'm leaning towards the farmhouse because ... even if it means a bit farther of a drive for school ... it means I can garden.
It also means we'll have to HIRE gardeners (which is a whole separate post in and of itself) BUT ... it means I can garden.
In a place where the only thing that will feel the same is our belongings and our family members, I could actually get my hands dirty, plant something and tend to it ... watching it grow.
I'm excited about that!
~ ~ ~
I also am feeling a bit melancholy about spending an afternoon today with our playgroup. I'm realizing that not only will I miss watching my garden grow, I'm going to deeply miss watching these little kidlets grow up.
The internet is a wonderful thing, yes ... but there is something about being here - in person - to watch our favorite little people start 1st Grade this fall. All of Mia's "best fwends" will change so much just in the time it takes us to get from Cleveland to Delhi. Terran's friends ... shoot - that's a whole 'nother story. Those kids are going to be unrecognizeable the next time I see them.
~ ~ ~
I'm going to miss watching everything grow.
My flowers and bushes that I planted last year (thanks to Char, Dixie and Mary for garden-sharing!) are starting to bloom and thrive ... and they are amazing!
I'm a bit melancholy as I watch the seasons change this year. Even though it is no prize garden, and most people would look at my plantings with a puzzled expression since my long-term vision for my garden is long from finished, I am proud of it all. I cut, divided and took a chance with plants and hoped they would grow back the following year. I dug out lilacs, labored over the lilies (those roots are TOUGH!) and spent many an afternoon sweating and dirty while trying to pick just the right spot for the transplanted chives, lambs ear and hen & chicks.
You may think it's silly, but I'm going to miss these plants. I'm going to miss watching them grow, spread and turn a corner of my world into a greener space. I'm going to miss watching to see whether they take or not and whether they do better year after year.
~ ~
Todd spent Sunday looking at housing. I won't belabor you with photos just yet, as the majority of the properties got a resounding "No" response from both of us. He looked at flats, he looked at apartments and he looked at farmhouses.
I have to be honest. I'm leaning towards the farmhouse because ... even if it means a bit farther of a drive for school ... it means I can garden.
It also means we'll have to HIRE gardeners (which is a whole separate post in and of itself) BUT ... it means I can garden.
In a place where the only thing that will feel the same is our belongings and our family members, I could actually get my hands dirty, plant something and tend to it ... watching it grow.
I'm excited about that!
~ ~ ~
I also am feeling a bit melancholy about spending an afternoon today with our playgroup. I'm realizing that not only will I miss watching my garden grow, I'm going to deeply miss watching these little kidlets grow up.
The internet is a wonderful thing, yes ... but there is something about being here - in person - to watch our favorite little people start 1st Grade this fall. All of Mia's "best fwends" will change so much just in the time it takes us to get from Cleveland to Delhi. Terran's friends ... shoot - that's a whole 'nother story. Those kids are going to be unrecognizeable the next time I see them.
~ ~ ~
I'm going to miss watching everything grow.
You're leaving when?
You keep asking ... "you're leaving when?" I figured it might be time to lay it all out.
Here is our schedule - - as I know it - - for the next 77 days, or so :
May 2nd - evening out with my wonderful friends that I met through football/lacrosse
May 4th - get together with our playgroup ... one last big hoorah
May 9th - Henna Party with another group of my wonderful friends
May 13th - International Afternoon ... "Playdate Gone Global" with the local mommas and their cool global-minded kiddos
May 17th - Cleveland 1/2 Marathon that I'm excited to run with a group from the Chagrin Valley Mom's Running Club!
June 2nd - the movers start the local storage packing
June 3rd - we "move in" to the hotel
June 5th - the movers finish the international sea shipment packing
June 6th - my friends and I start the massive job of DEEP cleaning this house (OH YES, if you live in my neck o' the woods, I'll be CALLING YOU TO HELP!! You bring the rubber gloves and I'll supply the pizza and the music!)
June 9th - the kids' last day of school and Terran's 8th grade End-of-Year Party
June 11th - we depart in the wee hours of the morning to start our drive to Nebraska.
June 29th - we depart in the wee hours of the morning to start our drive to Georgia
July 16th - we depart from ATL airport to Chicago, then to Frankfurt, then to Delhi
August 4th - The boys start school!!
Today has not been a day of excitement about our upcoming experiences. I'm pretty mopey, tired and not at all pleased with the amount of time between now and then. I'm still trying to balance my deep need to over-schedule us so that it "makes the time go by faster" but I know that it will only lead to cranky kidlets and an exhausted momma.
Let's see how I can do in the upcoming week to give ourselves a four-hour chunk every day that does not have any plans attached to it!
Here is our schedule - - as I know it - - for the next 77 days, or so :
May 2nd - evening out with my wonderful friends that I met through football/lacrosse
May 4th - get together with our playgroup ... one last big hoorah
May 9th - Henna Party with another group of my wonderful friends
May 13th - International Afternoon ... "Playdate Gone Global" with the local mommas and their cool global-minded kiddos
May 17th - Cleveland 1/2 Marathon that I'm excited to run with a group from the Chagrin Valley Mom's Running Club!
June 2nd - the movers start the local storage packing
June 3rd - we "move in" to the hotel
June 5th - the movers finish the international sea shipment packing
June 6th - my friends and I start the massive job of DEEP cleaning this house (OH YES, if you live in my neck o' the woods, I'll be CALLING YOU TO HELP!! You bring the rubber gloves and I'll supply the pizza and the music!)
June 9th - the kids' last day of school and Terran's 8th grade End-of-Year Party
June 11th - we depart in the wee hours of the morning to start our drive to Nebraska.
June 29th - we depart in the wee hours of the morning to start our drive to Georgia
July 16th - we depart from ATL airport to Chicago, then to Frankfurt, then to Delhi
August 4th - The boys start school!!
~ ~ ~
Today has not been a day of excitement about our upcoming experiences. I'm pretty mopey, tired and not at all pleased with the amount of time between now and then. I'm still trying to balance my deep need to over-schedule us so that it "makes the time go by faster" but I know that it will only lead to cranky kidlets and an exhausted momma.
Let's see how I can do in the upcoming week to give ourselves a four-hour chunk every day that does not have any plans attached to it!
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