Relocating to a new country has a very unique effect on our
dialogues. I can’t claim that our
conversations lately were as free flowing and fluid as they’ve always been. As
we grow older and our positions in life become so vastly different, the common
threads that usually weave themselves into interesting conversations begin to
He talks mostly about work and I listen only when he
mentions the kids, my friends or my workout routine. I talk primarily Yoga, Soul Spinning and Swim
classes and he listens only when the words “lucrative” or “paid consultancy”
permeate my free flowing monologues.
Otherwise, we communicate great! (Smirk)
So when I started telling him about my plans for packing up
the house, I didn’t expect much. I was proud with my decision to designate all
the Thomas tracks and trains as family heirloom, his silent appraisal of the
car roofing came as no surprise. At
least he wasn’t rolling his eyes… yet. I
kept talking anyway.
- - I don’t think I want to give the kids’ Thomas
- - Maybe just the train table but not the tracks
- - I mean those tracks represent years of our boys’
Silence .. I’m thinking: eventually he has
to give in and engage, or else, his neck will go stiff on him for staring at
the car roof for so long.. and we still have five more traffic lights to cross
before I drop him off..
- - You know what? I’ll put it all in a big box..
Maybe I’ll send it with you on your first visit
There is a sudden neck movement. Yes, I
finally got his attention. I keep staring ahead, focused on the road
- - Why would I take a box full of train tracks on
my first visit?
- - I don’t know, you’re going anyway, you might as
well take some stuff with you
- - Yeah, but after that first visit, I will go and
settle for 6 months. So I’m thinking: I need to carry as much of my personal
stuff as I can. Otherwise I’m stuck for months till the container arrives.. You
know, essential things like suits, shirts, shoes….
-- Really?? You want to take your clothes? But a
single box of Thomas tracks is too much for you? That’s just silly!
Oohhh, did I just say that? Did I actually just say that?
Blessedly, I only had one traffic light left and he was kind
enough to laugh, just laugh!
He did do the Choo Choo signal as he left the car however,
and I think I heard him sing: they’re 2, they’re 4 they’re 6 they’re 8..
Shunting trucks and hauling freight………..♩♪♫♬♩♪♫♬♩♪♫♬
I have to concede to the fact that... when overwhelmed I tend to panic about the ridiculous stuff, start packing the trivial "heirloom" items, spend hours making to do lists with all the things I should have done in the past 5 years, never bothered, but now must, absolutely must do before I go!
The question of who I am usually yields a different answer every... two to four years!
Sometimes, I'm a PR and Media Professional. I'm also a freelance Journalist. But the only constant job I have is that of a typical Roamer...
A United Nations Spouse who has followed her husband to yet, another destination.
It keeps me busy and it keeps me alive but right now... It stands in the way!
In the way of fulfilling career aspirations.
In the way of ensuring a core sense of stability for my family.
In the way of defining who I am.
Like Roamers everywhere, I constantly have to deal with Nostalgia, Insecurity, and kids relying on imaginary friends to replace those left behind.
I have made it my mission to investigate these issues and share with fellow Roamers tips and insights to overcome the hurdles of our lives and find peace with a rootless life.