• Moving Abroad,  Travel

    I’m Pregnant!?

    My ojek (motorbike taxi) driver thought I was pregnant the other day. ‘Aww, Miss! You’re carrying a baby?’ he cooed as he pulled up, gesturing to my stomach. I clambered onto the back of the motorbike and locked my helmet in place, debating. ‘Um, yeah.’ ‘I knew it! How many months, Miss?’ Fuck. What number should I give him? Clearly I’m showing so I can’t be less than three, but surely I can’t look as big as seven? ‘Five.’ ‘Congratulations, Miss!’ My newfound pregnancy was news to me. I thought I had just merely had a huge dinner of rice and cap cay and was wearing a more mature, you’ve-got-it-together wrap dress,…

  • Moving Abroad

    Help! I Need Friends!

    I’ve been living in West Java, Indonesia, for over six weeks now, and I’m trying to do the impossible: make friends. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating and it’s not impossible as such, but it’s as difficult as I thought it would be. Mainly because: 1) I’m an introvert 2) It takes me a very long time to consider anyone a friend, even if I see them all the time 3) I started working three weeks ago, so now my time is being stretched thin and I have a lot less hours in the day to do anything let alone go out out into central Jakarta and meet people for salsa or book clubs or…

  • Moving Abroad,  Travel

    OMG! The Roof Fell In! My First Two Weeks in Indonesia

    Five days into my arrival and I was already packing up to leave. Turning to face my two housemates in the dark evening, they merely rolled their eyes before throwing their suitcases into the back of the taxi. They’d already been on this rodeo. I sighed and did the same, hoisting my bag containing my pyjamas and prayer beads atop my shoulder as I slid into the car, ready to go to the new apartment we’d be living in for the next week. I hadn’t even been in our current one for a week. — It had started in the morning, when I’d heard a huge crash followed by shrieks.…

  • Moving Abroad,  Travel

    Worried About Moving Abroad? Don’t Worry, I Am Too! One Week Countdown

    Why doesn’t anyone speak about how hard it is to move abroad?  I’ve got two weeks to go and I’m panicking. My mind can’t concentrate on any one thing, my shoulders are tense, and when I allow myself to think about it too much, I want to break down. I wrote this last week, when I had the grand idea of writing and publishing about how I feel to 1) straighten out my thoughts surrounding everything, and 2) in the hope it gives comfort to others who may be experiencing the same. Yet I stopped at that paragraph. I couldn’t write anything more, let alone publish it. I was getting…

  • Moving Abroad

    Goals For My Year Abroad

    I finally bit the bullet and bought a Kindle. And I hate Kindles. I hate Kindles because I love physical books. The feel of them, the smell (the dustier, the better), the fact that one day I would love to have a home library with a port cabinet, so I’m collecting as many novels as possible to facilitate this (I think I was in the region of 150+ the last time I counted, though I could be overestimating). Yet I bought a Kindle because 1) e-books are often cheaper, and 2) e-books are easily transported. In Indonesia, English books are harder to come by and a lot more expensive. I remember being in a bookshop in…