Understandably a lot has happened since the last blog. First was my (not really that much of a) surprise party, which I enjoyed greatly. There were some speeches and everybody chipped in for a new lens for my camera, which I haven’t gotten around to buying yet. There was also supposed to be an assortment of video messages recorded by people, but that didn’t get finished in time, so I’ll be given that a little later. Works for me too.
What cereals do you like?
During the last week or two before departing for Perth, more and more things dawned on me. I figured I would have to rediscover what to buy, where, and when. But it wasn’t until Emma asked me what cereals I would like to have, it occurred to me that I get to try out so many new brands and foods! I was inclined to stick with the brand I eat now, if they even sell that in Perth. But I decided to just go to the grocery store here and see what looks tasty. It would be quite dull to move to another continent only to try and change as little as possible, wouldn’t it?
Saying goodbye to friends and family was, as was to be expected, harder than I wanted it to be. I understand it’s a sad thing for them to see me leave, but at one point I asked my sister if she’d been telling people I was dying. Some dinners felt like Last Suppers and some people had a tendency to say their farewells where a goodbye would have sufficed. I’m not dead, and we’ll see each other again in a couple of months.
That’s because I need to fly back to the Netherlands to pick up the correct visa. I could spend an entire blog about the agent “helping” us with the visa, but I don’t feel like doing a negative blog. Nor do I think naming-and-shaming is beneficial to anyone. I will say that this isn’t some dodgy/small agency though, it’s a major global company. So I try to see the good in things, and I get to hang out with my mates and family a little sooner than at first expected.
…when I was having breakfast at 3 o’clock…
I would’ve liked to get more stuff sorted before making the move, but in all fairness you’ll probably never be ready for an adventure of this magnitude. And maybe you’re not supposed to be. So for the last day I decided to do absolutely nothing, and just relax all day with Zoey, who is scheduled to come home around the 10th of December. The day after was spend, for the most part, waiting on going to the airport. My sis managed last-minute to get out of work early so she could bring me.
It might be an advantage to fly in the evening in terms of sleeping on the flight, but I hate waiting on something for an entire day. Plus the advantage rapidly evaporated when I was having breakfast at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, an hour before landing at Singapore. I can tell I’m way more jet lagged compared to last time.
The first leg of the flight I felt a bit crap. I couldn’t shake the feeling I was doing an immensely selfish thing. And perhaps from a certain point of view I am. Sometimes you just need to be selfish I guess. It wasn’t until gazing out the window on the little electric train between terminal 1 and 3 at Changi Singapore airport, that I realised the journey should be exciting and fun, and for the second leg of the flight I felt much, much better.I could hardly control my excitement when I saw the lights of Perth beneath us while we prepared for landing.
I tied my own shoelaces today
I couldn’t get to sleep until 5 in the morning, and consequently wasted the better part of my first day sleeping. So there was not much chance of culture shock today. I did drive a couple of kilometers by myself, which sounds a bit like “I tied my own shoelaces today” but it was still a good thing to get that out-of-the-way. It isn’t that difficult to drive on the other side of the road, but you do need to stay focussed all the time. As soon as you slip into auto pilot you make the biggest mistakes without hardly noticing them. Like driving into oncoming traffic and stuff like that. Although that hasn’t happened to me (yet) thankfully!
There was a small hint of difference between me and my new fellow countrymen (and woman obvs) today. When we went out for dinner this evening, my sister-in-law was sitting next to a gas burning heater, wearing a thick winter coat, while I was sitting at the same table in a T-shirt and shorts. We feel very differently about 16 degrees celsius at the moment. Thankfully the in-laws know how to make a person feel welcome, so no lonely moments for this