Well I’ve relocated back to the Far East; Indonesia to be
specific. Life has been crazy these past
few weeks. Moving as an expat can be
ridiculously stressful. You don’t feel
at home until your shipment arrives (if you have one). I’ve accepted it as part of my existence as
an expatriate that I will always have a shipment every time I move. It’s really hard to call one’s residence a
home when it’s devoid of personality.
Fortunately, my shipment should arrive in about four weeks.
The city where I live has no stop signs or traffic lights in
the suburban areas. Therefore, traffic
is utterly ridiculous. There are these
random guys who will go out and direct traffic with the expectation that you’ll
grease their palms when they allow you out into the street. A trip that should theoretically take 10
minutes takes up to 45 most days.