Where to start.
This is where my orphaned blog rolls it’s eyes.
It’s judgey impatient eyes.
Afterall, it’s not as if I’ve not had any quiet moments to log on and give her a little attention. If not a nice long descriptive tale of life in this strange and mostly beautiful place of Macau, then maybe just a little picture love? Was there nothing to report back about of life in Macau in all of 2013?
There was this; a trip to Bali in the Spring…
…where we might have paused a bit too long at this Linnga-Yoni Shrine of fertility.
During the summer we made trips through Malaysia, Singapore, and Thailand with friends…
In the Fall we traveled to Thailand with my parents (notice that I continue to blow up in the abdomen region)…
There was more of this..
And finally this!
The arrival of Beckett Kai has opened up a whole new chapter of FromWokCity blog opportunities! Missed blog titles so far: “Very Merry Labor on the Ferry” and “Putting This Three Step Snuggle Wrap On Beckett is Worse Than Putting Together An Ikea Bookshelf”
So we have some catching up to do there.
Truth is, we’ve had so many meaningful moments in 2013 and now, especially in the beginning of 2014, that I wanted to make whatever I put on here meaningful. To me. To my sweet husband, who is so encouraging about me leaving stories of our life on here.
As long as I don’t embarrass him.
I love hearing: “You’re not going to put that on the blog, are you?” Secretly he loves the blog. The unposted blogs about us as unpolished visitors in a foreign land are the best. And maybe for a book someday.
FromWokCityWithLove was actually started to keep me entertained more than anyone else.
I started writing about our experiences on here while I was just a newly arrived, unemployed expat in Macau, waiting for life to begin anew and….happen at all.
The blog quickly became a flashy way to talk to all of our friends and family at once, and also to fill a void in information about immigrating to Macau. Such responsibility representing the Expat Condiments here in Macau. (see following blog)
And then, as it does, life happened. It happened so quickly that I didn’t have the time report the day to day foreigner happenings down fast enough and 2013 got away from me.
Keeping in the autobiographical spirit of the blog here is a quick summary of the time lost between now and the last post.
Sometime in the midst of the blog petering out in early 2013, I began teaching full time teaching in English and Culture at the local Montessori school where I was the only foreign speaking teacher. They plied me with local treats and customs, and I in turn cleared up the difference between “passing wind” and “farting”. Cultural exchange at it’s finest.
I also trudged through a few months of Cantonese classes in those months and was finally able to say a few things to my friends at work. Mostly directional; left, right, next to, etc. because that was on the spoken test. And as long as I could pull things from the three page conversation I memorized about “Dinner at Lam’s House”, I could also have a conversation with someone in the context of passing food around the table.
I sometimes worried that I might offend my new friends with what I found…”curious” about local culture. In actuality, I found that my new friends liked to laugh at my misconceptions of life in an Asian culture as much I enjoyed reporting on them here on the blog. Although, I was never able to fully explain to one of my friends why “you don’t look so fat today!” was not so much of a compliment in my culture, as something that would send a pregnant lady crying to the bathroom. Because shortly after our last carefree and crazy trip to Bali in the Spring, I popped up preggers.
After a day of teaching kindergartener and doing my best to keep up with their parents I would go teach the afternoon class at Montessori and then come home, eat a whole box of Kraft Macaroni and collapse under the weight of 100 hippos, also known as my belly. 89 of those hippos were probably from the Mac and Cheese.
Why you so fat Miss. Alyson?
This fun routine went through December, when I decided to do the most humane thing for my sad excuses of swollen feet and park them on the couch. As one does when they have been bearing the weight of 100 hippos for 9 1/2 months and have no recognizable parts left to be seen- not a glimmer of an ankle, barely a discernable difference in where foot ends and toe starts at all. I rallied my last iota of clear thinking into writing letters to Beckett instead of the blog.
Finally in January, Sir Beckett came! The exclamation mark might indicate that he just popped in as one might just pop in for tea. No. He came into this world ever so casually taking 22 hours to decide if today was the day. And turned his parents into star struck baby-selfie picture taking fiends.
So in committing myself to start writing a little every week again, this is what I hope to accomplish:
~ To make a virtual footprint for Baby Beckett to trace back our footsteps from before he was born, to his beginnings as an American born in Hong Kong, residing in Macau, living as a circus baby.
~Write tales of new Mama incompetency while living on this other
~Report back on our travels. Now including a little guy who gets us a whole other checked bag.
~Redirect the eyerolls from all the people who complain about too many baby pictures on Facebook to here, as Becektt is literally FromWokCity. The pictures of him dressed as tiny Santa and tiny cupid and a tiny leprechaun can be found here now. Because the camera loves him. And I’m sure he’ll also want to share that with the world someday.
That about covers it. Until the next naptime break. xx