Saturday, February 1, 2014

The View from Where I Write

If we're being all dreamy and introspective, The View from Where I Write is unbelievably amazing. I have lived all over the world, and the places I haven't been, I probably know someone is there... or has been there... or know someone who knows someone who is there.  I met and married the rugby-star of my dreams, cute English accent and all.  I have two of the cutest (and most dramatic) children God ever put on this earth.  There's not enough time to do all the things that I love to do in a day, but I'm lucky enough to get to attempt them... when I'm not falling-off-the-couch tired. 

There are friends near and far who I am lucky enough to call 'mine,' and 'best.'  I can turn to them at a moments notice for help with anything from planning a wedding in Georgia from Shanghai, to getting a package to my dad.  My sister is one of the most beautiful people to ever step foot on this planet- she will do anything for us, anytime, anywhere. 

In truth, I'm spoiled rotten.

Now if you want the physical description of The View from Where I Write... it's not as pretty.  I'm in my office on Saturday afternoon because second semester starts tomorrow and, if we're being honest, report card-writing got in the way of my planning.  My office is plain with white walls and a light wooden door.  I have a gigantic, official-lawyer-y type desk (just missing a nameplate) and a grey, uncomfortable couch that I've sat on twice since it's been in here.  There's a space heater because it's been cold in Bahrain and, every couple of days, my desk is completely hidden by papers I've printed.  Today, you can still tell that it's brown... in some places.

This weekend, I went to the grocery store, took the girls to the park, made my first loaf of banana bread (yum, by the way), cooked hot dogs and grilled cheeses for lunch, had a pajama-party-movie-night with homemade pizza and cookies with the neighbors, and slept. 

My life as an expat is the same as everyone elses... and so very, very different.  Yesterday, on the way to the park, a fellow mom-writer-expat and I passed the make-shift mosque in the middle of our golf course community.  It was prayer time- cars lined the street and men kneeled, heads to the floor and back up again in perfect unity.  We passed a woman in full abaya, power-walking her way down the street.  A man drove by in a bright- and I do mean BRIGHT- yellow Lamborghini.   None of that every happens in Georgia...

I'm going to put a rather adorable picture of the Ladybug and Sprout playing dress-up.  That was my view as I thought about what to write... so it counts (because I wouldn't get very much writing done looking at these two...).


Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Now in Technicolor

So this is me for the next month.  Keep your eyes peeled for daily posts about life as an expat.  Expect photos.