Posts Tagged ‘Moving’

A lot of people ask me if I like living in India.

The answer is absolutely.

Well, except for the air quality. 😦 No good.

Also the temps are starting to rise a bit. Today it is 102 degrees (F) or 30 degrees (C).

Despite those two things I do enjoy being here.

I love my neighborhood. Every day I discover something different, new or exciting. I’m totally learning.

We are getting ready to move. Again. LOL. But only a couple of blocks away. Same ‘hood.

Our house is in a lovely area. But the construction next door was/is driving us batty. It is like Chinese water torture. Every. Single. Minute. Drip. Drip. Drip.

We considered moving to a popular expat area across town.

Big skyscrapers in a gorgeous golf course setting. The apartments are ridiculously spacious-like 6000 square feet. The building boasts a movie theater on ground floor. Along with a gym, coffee shop and restaurant. Even a pub.

The outdoor pool would put you in mind of a Caribbean resort. Swimming through a labyrinth that’s shielded by towering palm trees.

Went to dinner there with my husband’s associate and his wife. They reside there and love it. Who wouldn’t? Very nice setup.

Couldn’t punch holes in it if I tried.

The wife of the associate was gracious. Explained how safe it was.

We totally figured that one out.

Had to register with guards to enter the gated community. Told them who we were visiting. Then we were on our way.

Came upon another gate at their actual building. Same drill. Security fellows allowed us entry.

Last line of defense against solar panel guys, Jehovah Witnesses and people like us who slipped past the first two gates? Yes, you guessed it.

One more smiling fellow on the ground floor of the building. Located near the elevators.

I was impressed with all of the amenities that the community offered. The woman told me about yoga classes, golfing, groups, etc.

She continued, “You’d never have to leave here.”

Ahhhh. And there it was. My hole punch.

I tried to hide my “deer in the headlights” look.

I’d never have to leave the grounds of this secure and closed community.

Which is totally fine for a four day stay at an island resort.

Okay, I understand that there are a lot of folks out there that would love this. Never have to worry about a thing. A pristine, sanitized, happy bubble.

I’m not knocking anyone. It’s just not me. At least, not the me I am today.

I know that no one stays in the community all of the time. They do leave the compound. LOL

We don’t drive here in India (company doesn’t allow) so I do a lot of walking. We have a driver but I have him drop me off at a park or I will just roam our neighborhood on foot. I always feel safe and I am careful.

You lose some independence by not driving. So I regain a bit of it by walking and exploring the dusty side streets. Never knowing what I will see. Monkeys, mongoose or sick bat stuck on a fence.

Strolling through the acres of the public parks with the funky birds and different sights.

I told my husband (we were waiting to hear on one last house in our current neighborhood) if the last house didn’t pan out then we needed to do what made the most sense financially, work transportation, etc. If that ended up being this expat spa resort then so be it.

I’d find friends and make the best of it. And leave the compound every now and again. 🙂


In the end, the house in our current neighborhood did pan out and we will move there in the next week or so.


It really made me realize just how much I enjoy discovering something different, new or exciting. Each and every day in my wonderful host country. In my colorful neighborhood.

I look forward to sharing my discoveries with you.





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I was reading an article the other day.

Its title?

Six things that can help keep you young.

That caught my eye. Let me state, for the record, that I am aware of the attention grabbing numbers in an article’s title. A marketing thing that seems to work quite well. I’m guilty of succumbing to it. And then cruising through lists.

5 foods that will guarantee weight loss.

Top 20 universities in the world.

10 spots you must visit before you die.

20 best places to retire.

Bloggers are told if you want more “hits” use numbers and lists.

It’s nothing new. Because it has proven to be successful through the years. Most likely because of our limited attention spans and also knowing that we’ll be able to skim through the list in a timely manner. Without wasting too much time.

I don’t usually use it when writing. But I fall for it when reading.

Anyway, this one grabbed my attention and I thought it was a pretty good list.

Six things that can help keep you young. All doable.

Keep moving. Go for a thirty minute walk. Clear out a cupboard. Work in the garden. Don’t have to do everything all at once. But choose something every day to keep active.

Friends. Friends. Friends. Being connected is good for your health. It just is.

Quit smoking. This article stated that smoking one cigarette a day impairs cognitive ability and fifteen cigarettes hinders critical thinking and memory. Okay, I did not know that. If this is true it’s just one more reason that I am glad I stopped. Because my memory is not that great.

Eat like a Mediterranean. Fruits, vegetables, mixed nuts, fish, olive oil and whole grains.

Play games and puzzles. Whip out the daily crossword puzzle and also challenge yourself to some problem solving exercises.

I love, love, love this last one.

Revisit old favorites. Think about what made you feel good when you were young. Not sure why we abandon the things that once made us feel fabulous.

For example. I met a neighbor last Sunday and she brought me to her home. Her kids had friends over and they were playing in the living room. They built this fort with blankets draped over the chairs and sofas. Like I did when I was young. Like my kids did. Because it was soooo fun.

These children were having a blast. Smiles galore. I was happy just looking at them and I told them, “Oh my gosh! What fun! I did this when I was a kid. And so did my kids!”

Now, I’m not saying go grab blankets and build a fort in your living room. Or climb a tree.

But do something. Try to remember what brought you joy.

Ride a bike. Fly a kite. Listen to music. Go to the airport and just watch planes. Picnic with your friends.

Have a great week and I hope you all feel super young!








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While many of you are enjoying low prices at the fuel pumps and planning this summer’s road trip many others are experiencing something totally different.

Five years ago, while living in California, I remember filling up my car and seeing the final price at the pump. I was like, “Dang!” Didn’t care who was listening. I just thought it was so expensive. I would go inside the station to pay and when it was my turn at the cashier’s counter I would say,”Hi! I’m here to complain about the gas prices.” The young clerk would just chuckle. Almost as if to say,”Get in line.” Um, which I already was.

Fast forward to 2015-2016. We are now surrounded by people that make their living in the oil and gas world. We, ourselves, are a part of this world. That’s what brought us to Malaysia.

People are losing their jobs and the numbers are rising rapidly. Here and back home. Normally, I would read about layoffs in the paper or hear about the cuts on the news. Now I just hear it from my friends. Or from my neighbors. Because it’s happening to them real time.

Any neighborhood I have ever lived in was filled with folks of varied occupations. But here many of my neighbors, friends and associates are connected to the oil and gas business.

A lot of people are leaving. Or preparing to leave. And it’s a very strange feeling. Almost every person I know can name a bunch of people they know that have left or will soon leave.

Expat communities can have that small family feel. You sort of know everyone because we are all just temporary guests here and the result is a lot of bonding. 

So the anxiety in the air is almost palpable. People trying to figure out their next step, trying to find employment and preparing for a move. A lot of times they don’t have a ton of time to leave the country once the work permit is canceled.

Moving in the expatriate world is not at all unusual. People move all the time. Finish up a three year contract and happily move on to the next posting. Usually lots of moves take place at beginning of summer (end of school year) and then during the Christmas school break.

What is unusual is that people are moving in February, March and April. There wont be the usual flurry of good bye parties that run rampant in June or December when folks move on to their next assignment.

In many cases there is no new assignment. There might not be time to stick around for the school year to finish. There might just be enough time to pack up and that’s it.

It effects everyone. Small groceries here that are frequented by the expats. Restaurants. Hair salons. Local doctor’s office. Schools. And on and on….

Is there any good in this? I’m not sure.

But I do know that it causes everyone to take stock.

It’s always a good thing to think about and have a Plan B. And to save for a rainy day. Have a nest egg. To ask, “What happens if?” To consider your needs versus wants. To be ready to move. Clear out the closets. Tackle the unfinished projects.








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