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Her first day of Pre-school!

By  far, the person in our family that has struggled with the adjustment of life away from OZ (and her Grandma) has been this little lady. 

I could share SO many stories about the ridiculous situations I have been in with this girl since we arrived here in Jakarta. As a very small sampling of the shenanigans, Imagine this:

Child running away from park. Mother chasing child. Child stripping while running ridiculously fast. Child throwing clothes AND nappy in all directions (she had a big head start). Naked child jumping in to unfenced pool followed by fully dressed mother jumping in to pool to get child. {I thought about stripping too, but there were too many of our lovely new neighbours watching}. "Hi, we're the new family.....yes, we're from Australia......maybe we can chat later....when my child is not naked and I'm not all wet....". :)!

Anyway, the shenanigans are not really what this post is about, even though they seem to rule my life at the moment :)!

{trying to get a photo of her uniform....why do I try to get posed shots?}

What this post is really about is that my baby started Pre-school! I was hoping to send her one day a week, but the 'Tiger Mothers' of South East Asia will have no such thing! Most of the pre-schools I looked at only offer the option of 5 hours a day, 5 days a week (Almost the same as full time school in Australia!)

But in the end we found a little school that does a few hours in the morning and while we still have to pay for 5 days a week, the school is fine if I don't send her everyday (unlike other universities pre-schools we looked at which said she MUST attend everyday otherwise she would "fall behind"......umm, she's 3!)  

I am thrilled {and surprised} that she is not crying when I drop her off. A couple of other schools we checked out, she screamed the house down like you wouldn't believe. So it's a good sign that she's happy to go and happy when I pick her up.

Signing herself in.....with a selection of animal stamps

And the funniest thing - when she came home last Friday, she had a homework folder complete with homework inside! The other kids thought it was hilarious! Jasmin couldn't believe that her 3 year old sister has homework before she does!

A New Life - Part I

 
**It's 9:30pm. I sit here now and the call to prayer echoes around me. It is a beautiful sound that takes me back so fondly to our trip in the Middle East. Even though our time was only short there, the familiarity of the sound is both comforting and feels like home.

The journey thus far has been incredible {and hard at times too}. Not hard in an adjusting sense. Throw me into a new situation any day, especially if it means I can travel somewhere new.

I take in everything around me as much as I can with little ones that need me, and I'm still yet to capture on 'film' (I know it's not really film :) the sites and scenes that have become my life. The traffic. The smells. The sounds. The people. Oh the people. Incredible (and so fascinating!)

If I listen beyond the call of prayer, I hear the never ending sound of motorbikes busying by. If you know anything about Jakarta, you know the traffic is full of life and doesn't stop (actually it does stop, but only when you're in a traffic jam!). That's what happens when you live in a city the size of Sydney with 12 million people in it**

Fast forward about 4 weeks since I started writing this post, and I again find myself sitting here at 9:30pm with the sound of traffic busying by. We have settled into this new life and are loving the adventure of it all (but we really miss our family! and friends)  

The Juxtaposition of this city I now call home is everywhere I turn. Wealth and poverty side by side, literally. It is shocking and confronting. I am again reminded that Australia is a lucky country, and life there is so easy. It's hard to understand that on almost every street corner there is another huge shopping mall (5 star style) selling the likes of Louis Vuitton and Gucci and next to that building, people live in conditions that we can barely comprehend. I look at the price tags in the shops (it is expensive here!) and I wonder over and over again, how do people survive in this city? In reality, many people are barely surviving, but even when it's staring you in the face, it's hard to grasp that reality.

We take a walk around our new neighborhood and the moment we step out the front door (which includes multiple doors and security gates), the contrast is striking. We are greeted with smiles and 'Salamat Datang' everywhere we go. We meet amazing people who share a moment of their lives with us and I wonder if they realise how affected we are, I am, by the interaction. We see living conditions that are so humbling, it's hard to walk next door to the place we call home.

As our hearts open to this city and the people around us, I wonder how we ever questioned if we should move to this amazing country.

Our new home....take II

So yes. As the title of this post indicates, this is take II of our new home and we are no longer re-locating to Vietnam. If you think you're shocked, imagine how I (we) felt!

The phone call came in the middle of the day just as I had packed the kids in the car and was about to head to MacDonalds (my most detested of all places, but something the kids had begged me for and it was an end of holidays, good behavior reward :).

It was Chad. He had been in Vietnam for almost 5 weeks and we spoke most nights on Skype. Why would he be calling me on the phone in the middle of the day?

In a moment of surprise, my first words were  "What's wrong?" "Are we not going to Vietnam anymore". I didn't really mean it when I said it, but the simple answer was "No. We're not moving to Vietnam".

Despite all the concerns I had about life in Vietnam, in that moment, my heart was suddenly so embedded there (I know. I see the irony :)! and the news was a bit crushing! Not to mention the time wasted on school applications, hours spent at the travel doctor getting immunisations or the last 5 weeks I had been single mothering our children while Chad was in Vietnam in prep for his new position.

But unfortunately the political agenda of Chad's employer takes precedent over what a family of 6 want!

So with all that, we have been offered another 'home'! Initially, based on what I had previously read,  I thought no. But ignorance is bliss as they say, and when we actually started asking questions and speaking to the right people, our answer changed. But not before Chad spent a few days there, looking at accommodation, schools, and getting a general feel for the city we could potentially call home (and blogs like THIS one certainly helped too)!

And so with that, I give you our new, new home.....

Jakarta, Indonesia.

Was there mixed emotions? Yes. Were there lots of questions asked? Absolutely. But just like Vietnam, once the initial shock of it all simmered down, and once we knew a bit more about the life we would potentially be living there, we both feel that this is right for our family. We are again excited for the adventure that lies ahead of us, and like I said here, I can't deny the pull I feel to this part of the world!