The Jennifer Blogs

It's a little stressful, I admit, but I really enjoy looking at houses. Online, anyway. The truly fun part will be getting to walk through them and imagine myself sitting in the living room, reading in the bedroom or cooking something in the kitchen (a.k.a. "microwaving). I could do some serious microwaving in this kitchen! This is the house I'm leaning towards, but there's no guarantee it'll be on the market still when I am ready to look and there are plenty of others that also appear to be really easy to call home.


The mother of a girl I grew up with works in real estate and she's been helping me out through email. When I get back to New York, she's going to take me looking at a few properties. It's funny. I haven't done this in so long that I'm also a little bit nervous. The way you look at homes in Singapore is very different from the way you look at them in the US. In Singapore, two agents are always present: the owner's agent and the renter's agent. The renter's agent doesn't know the exact location of the property until minutes before taking the renter to see it. Before arriving, the renter's agent has to call the owner's agent and ask for specific directions. This is probably to keep them from going ahead of time and scoping things out. Not really sure why that's such a big deal, but it is to the owners, I guess.


I'm really excited to get into a house. We've been living in what amounts to a shoebox for the past four years. Having some square footage is extremely exciting! I can breakdance in my living room! I can do cartwheels in the kitchen! I can aerobicize in the bedroom! Or, more accurately, I could if I wanted to.


There will be a place to put things. Like food. In Singapore we have to go grocery shopping every few days. There's not a lot of cupboard space and the refrigerators are so small. Our dishes don't really have much of a place to live here either. 


And my closet? Oy. It's really tiny. Picture a narrow closet where you might keep your vacuum cleaner and two or three coats. Something just big enough for those few things, but that's about it. That would be my bedroom closet. You could walk in it, sure, but you couldn't turn around. That's what I'm dealing with in Singapore. Most of my clothes get folded and put into a tiny little excuse-for-a-dresser.


The bathrooms here are also very, very small. And the washer and dryer don't fit into the room very well so they are stacked one on top of the other. They aren't supposed to be that way necessarily. I mean, they're not the stackable types, but we really had no choice.


And a yard. It'll be so nice to have a yard again! I do have one friend here who has a pretty good sized piece of property by Singapore standards, but they started building next door and she lost a good bit of her habitat. You see, in the US (depending on where you live) you might see lizards or squirrels living in your back yard. You may occasionally get a deer or even a fox. In Florida, we had lizards, an occasional owl and squirrels galore! But in Singapore, Nikki had monkeys in her back yard. When they started building, though, the monkeys lost some of their trees and they took off to another location with more branches ("real estate" by monkey definition).


I'm looking forward to having neighbors that don't live above me or below me. I'm looking forward to pulling up in a driveway and walking in the front door without having to go up 16 levels in the lift. I'm looking forward to stepping out my front door and seeing trees or grass or a road and not another door that looks just like mine. I'm looking forward to stepping out my front door and smelling food on the grill or fresh air or even dog poop. Not the cigarette smoke from the guy in 16-52. (By the way, Mr Smoker, it's illegal to smoke in the lift lobby.)


Looking for a place to live is more than just a closet to hang my clothes and a place to store my food. It's coming home and I'm really very excited about that!


FYI: If you want to see some of the homes I'm considering, here are the links (in order of preference):
Laurel
Northington
Circle
Deer
Willow

Momma? I'm comin' home! Bittersweet words right now, really.

It was in September, 2007 I had to say goodbye to my friends and family in the US. We packed nearly everything we owned into two suitcases a piece and boarded a 747 headed to Tokyo. It was the beginning of an incredible international journey that is coming to a close. Sort of.

The job that landed us in Japan and then Singapore is about over. The next chapter is about to begin, but things are a little different this time. This time the job offer is for "single status," meaning the company only pays for him to stay in Singapore. The kids and I have to move back to the US. Well, we don't have to move back, but it really is the best thing right now. I'll save those gory details for a future blog, but suffice it to say that there has been a lot of talking, crying, doubting, praying, research and thought that has gone into this decision. We have gone from talking about an extended US vacation for me and the kids to moving back to the US.

When we talked through every point we could imagine, it boiled down to schooling. The kids' education is really the most important thing right now. Neither one is doing very well in the homeschool environment. The Boy will be finished with his junior year of high school in about three weeks. His future plans include the military. It is important for him to spend his final year of high school taking Driver's Ed, getting his first job and talking to recruiters. He also needs to study for and pass the ASVAB. The Girl somehow managed to fail ninth grade with all A's. (See? I told you this was going to have to wait for another blog. Very complicated stuff.)

My parents moved to Florida from upstate NY when I was a sophomore in high school. It was three months before my 16th birthday. I was devastated. I have always wanted to go back, but there has never been an opportunity. It's not that there aren't any jobs. It's just that they're all in the wrong industry. The schools in upstate NY are some of the best in the nation and given that The Girl really needs to be challenged right now, we felt like this would be the best place for her.  She will repeat ninth grade and get to start high school with her peers, rather than enter high school at a higher grade when all the "rules" have been established. This should be easier for her socially.

The way the job works is, every three months he gets to come home for two weeks. Now that's a really long flight to make so frequently, but we figure that he can come home for a couple of weeks the first time, then I can go back to Singapore. The next time, maybe we'll meet in the "middle." We'll just take turns so that it's more manageable and he doesn't have to do all the travel all the time. My friend Deanna is in Belgium, so we've already decided that the first time we meet up, that will be our "half way point."

It was a really tough decision to not move to Florida. My parents are there and my dad has Parkinson's disease. I want to spend as much time as possible making up for the missed years while I was in Asia. But as it turns out, Mom & Dad are also kind of keen on moving back to New York State. There's a chance I'll get to help them make that move after I get home.

The little details are still not worked out quite yet, but I do know that very soon - near the beginning of June - D'Ette and I will be coming back to the US. We will fly into Buffalo and spend a few days looking at rental homes. I will have to buy a car.

Holy cow! You know what just dawned on me? I not only have to buy a car, but I need to buy towels and dishes and small appliances. I need to buy everything! When I say we sold (or gave away) almost everything we owned, I wasn't kidding. I have a few boxes at my mom's house (including a couple of Pampered Chef stoneware dishes), but I literally got rid of everything! I'll need to get dishes and pots and pans and towels and food storage containers and silverware and a toaster and microwave. Oh. My. Gosh. I actually love shopping for that kind of stuff, but when you have to buy it all at once? This may be a little overwhelming. (Breathe, Jen.  Breeaatthhheeee.)

Anyway, as I was saying ... once I have rented a house and bought a car, D'Ette and I will fly to Florida. We will go see my parents and all my "adopted" family in Lakeland. A trip to Lakeland is long overdue! We'll spend some time there with people who are dearer to our hearts than I could possibly put into words. I'll get to see Mom & Dad. Mom will be full of questions about how to do this or that on FarmVille and I will have to put her leash on and take her out for a walk to calm her down. During the visit, I'll go through all the things I stored at Mom and Dad's place and get a mover to give me an estimate on how long it'll take and what it'll cost me to get my measly few boxes to New York. It's going to be too much to ship, but really too little to hire a moving van, but I really don't think I'll be up for making the drive. I do love a road trip, but when you're the only one doing all the driving, it's not as much fun.

Somewhere in there I also have to make a trip to Louisiana to see the girls, the babies and my mother-in-law.

Then it'll be back to New York. About six weeks after I have found a place, all my stuff from Singapore will arrive. We don't have a lot to ship home, but I have done a little bit of shopping during the Asian Tour. I picked up a couple of vases and some linens. Then there are my books and clothes and all that other stuff you tend to collect as you spend a few years in one place.

There's so much to look forward to when coming home. It's going to be tough living the next couple of years of my life essentially as a single mom, but I know it's what's best for both kids and for our family as a whole. It'll be hard with him in Singapore and me in the US. But I'll have my childhood friends, my extended family in Lakeland (who had BETTER come visit me in Buffalo!) and New York pizza to keep me company. And beef on weck. And real Buffalo wings. And Target. And Taco Bell. And driving on the right side of the road. And people who call it a "trunk" instead of the "boot."

So ... who's ready?

Before FarmVille, my mom would send me e-mails that said things like,

"Hey Honey,
How are you? Your dad and I miss you. Hope you are doing well. We went to Bingo last night and Dad won $10 dollars. Boy, you should have heard Betty cuss! She was so mad because it's either me or your dad winning every week. Two weeks ago I won the jackpot. Sadie is okay, but she has been barking a lot lately when people come to the door. I hope she's not going blind."

Now that Mom is playing FarmVille, I get a lot more email than I used to get, but this is what they look like:

"How do I get my cows in the barn?"

Yeah.  That's the whole message.  No wasting any time asking, "How are you?"

Going through my inbox for the past couple of days, I have decided to share a few with you.
1.  "I hit add neighbors up at the top of the farm page and lost both the two you put in for me. I still have the request form but I don't know how to do this."

2.  "I must be doing something wrong as I lost the 2 friends you sent, then they came back with some others and now they are gone again so I only have you and Veda and Ann. I can't understand why I am losing them."

3.  "Question. When I plant the veggies or seeds, whatever I plant stays in my hand even when I am through and I have to leave the program to get it out of my hand. Is there a key somewhere to push to get rid of the item. Come see! I did a lot today. I got some animals too."

4.  "I can see all my work around the house is going down the tubes now that I'm playing this game."

>>Yeah.  I can see that too.

5.  "How much cash or XP do I have to have to get more land?"

6.  "I can go to the English countryside now. My spaceship is on hold and my cotton is planted. Should I go when I am ready or wait until I am more familiar?"

>> It's not a spaceship.  It's a hot air balloon.  But I suppose if you've been up all night with your FarmCrack that your eyes could be playing tricks on you.

7.  "I have started my stables and have a chicken coop.  What are you guys going to do today?"

>>That's my favorite.  Like I'm supposed to believe she's been building a horse stable in her back yard and working on the chicken coops.  What am **I** going to do?  Because whatever it is, it's not as productive as she's been!

8.  "Hi hon. Someone wanted to be my neighbor and was wearing a scarf but it said two mutual friends and your name was there so I accepted."

9.  "Hi hon. Guess you are up and on the farm. Can you send me some building materials if you got any extra?"

>>I'm doing great, Mom.  Thanks for asking.

This is what happens when you give your mom a MacBook and teach her how to use Facebook.