tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33723872147017470572024-02-22T10:08:38.501-05:00Mobile Homein Ljubljana, Slovenia Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-68474774661530705202018-09-18T05:51:00.000-04:002018-09-18T05:57:42.142-04:00š”So excited! Our stuff is coming on Monday! Yes, itās not a great day for it to be delivered - lots of rescheduling to do, husband has an evening event, babysitter has to move her schedule around to help with the kids. But weāve been living out of suitcases for over two months - since the end of June for the kids and me since we were traveling to Grandparents immediately after the end of the school year. Itāll be here after lunch.Time to recycle all the yogurt containers Iāve been using as tupperwares.<br />
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2pm. No stuff. Nada. No communication either ... We track down the shipperās dircet line ...<br />
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What a shirt show. Which brings me to some thoughts about why this feels like they cancelled Christmas.<br />
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In our previous moves we did not have to wait this long. Through a combination of factors that I wonāt comment on, this is the longest weāve had to wait before we can setttle in. And since packout this time was very difficult, we did not use up our UAB allowance. We have been living in a minimalist fashion for a while now. Not that thereās anything wrong with that, but I want to set up my house.<br />
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Ya see, when you move every 2-3 years, you donāt have time to waste in making your new location āhome.ā Say yes to everything social, hit the ground running exploring, be patient and trust that one day soon grocery shopping wonāt be a four hour ordeal. But it wears you down.<br />
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And getting the HHE, especially with kids, is essential to this process. Itās essential to morale. I have a friend who just moved from one city in China to another. She said āseven years ago we arrived with four bags, today we are leaving with two kidsā and a boatload of stuff. She got her stuff quickly so wasnāt as happy to see it - absence makes the heart grow fonder. I have another friend who in her youth was a great traveler. Originally fromTurkey, she met her American husband in Germany, had a baby, and immediately moved to the DC area permanently. Since having a child she says, āI donāt want to go anywhere.ā<br />
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Everyoneās different, but stability is key. Thank goodness this is a three year assignment. Now how can I make that longer ....<br />
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An hourās drive brings you to beautiful and fascinating places. We can see a whole bunch of stuff before Kyle can deploy his āare we there yetā song.<br />
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Predjama Castle is 800 years old and the ālargest cave castle in the world.ā For this visit we only visited the outside, but if you buy a ticket for a tour you get to explore inside the cave network behind the castle.<br />
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Apparently one of the knights who owned this castle ādied on the toilet after being betrayed by a servant.ā I have to find out what that means.<br />
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On this visit to the park we spent most of our time in the Postonja Caves, searching for baby dragons.<br />
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There is a train that takes you deep inside the cave network, which is the largest in Europe. Iāve been in caves before and Iāve never seen anything like this. The train moves pretty quickly, so hang on to your hats, or in this case, your Ben.<br />
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We did find a baby dragon - in an aquarium. We werenāt allowed to take pictures of them but you can see what they look like here: <a href="https://www.postojnska-jama.eu/en/wonderland-stories/baby-dragons-secret-stories/">https://www.postojnska-jama.eu/en/wonderland-stories/baby-dragons-secret-stories/</a>.<br />
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Like Tirana (and NYC) Ljubljana has a central green space inside the city limits. This park is huge, and has urban sections with playgrounds and cafes and duck ponds as well as forests with hiking trails. The first picture was taken about a ten minute walk from our house.</div>
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Thereās also a modern art museum, where you can take printmaking classes. Follow the paintings!<br />
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Thereās something especially calming about city buildings you can see from inside a big park.<br />
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<br />Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-21715071899639986692018-09-05T04:25:00.001-04:002018-09-05T04:46:52.108-04:00First ImpressionsAnd, after three years in Arlington, weāre back overseas! Leaving DC was by far the most difficult PCS weāve ever done. For one thing, our car and HHE are still not here. We parted with our car on July 12 and packed out about a week later, and apparently our stuff is taking the scenic tour around the Horn of Africa. As far as we can tell itās currently vacationing in Greece. Thanks, JK Moving Company. Meanwhile, we shall continue to ration our four spoons and three plates (yes, we broke a welcome kit plate). Although we are all going to be doing a happy dance around the Mazda, Iām sure Iāll be overwhelmed by our stuff whenever it does decide to join us. In the meantime, Iāll continue to stew and keep the kids away from the coffee cups we borrowed from our neighbors.<br />
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This is our third overseas tour, and we are very happy with our housing assingment. It is light and spacious and comfortable, and in a great location. This is the first time we have lived out in the community instead of on a compound, and while at first that felt very different Iām already used to it. Other than apparently rampant bike theft, crime is rare in Ljubljana, and Slovenia in general. And our bikes are in Greece so we have no worries.<br />
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Which brings me to my first impression of our home for th next three years: this place is insanely calm. The drivers are moderately aggressive and cyclists are EVERYWHERE, but laws are enforced and the infrastructure is as good as any other developed country. Compared to my other experiences of moving to Manila and Albania (and even DC), the calmness has been something I have had to get used to. Now that itās September and everyone is back from vacation, life is picking up a bit, but in general Ljubljana feels like a ābig cityā with a small town attitude.<br />
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Now thatās not to say that IāM calm. I am of course constantly overwhelmed, mostly by the language. It took me more than a month to figure out how to say āhelloā <i>dobra dan </i>and āthank youā <i>hvala. </i>The boys started school a couple of weeks ago, and they have a full schedule of classes all day followed by after school activities, half of which are even inlcuded in our tuition fees. Kyle is of course enrolled in ALL the sports as well as robotics, and Ben is taking yoga (and I will join him!). My first impression of the school and the kidsā teachers is very positive. There are a few adjustments to adapt to, but the most difficult problem so far as that Ben is napping at school and then wonāt go to sleep at his normal bedtime. And yet is somehow still overtired. TBD how thatās going to work itself out.<br />
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I have been hired as a rover admin at the embassy, but my security clearance is still 3-6 months out. While it would be nice to have the income to offset Benās private school tuition, not working is at least giving me plenty of time to do important things like write this blog and stare at Julie. I could probably do with a little more mental stimulation (which, btw, was <b>not</b> a problem in either of our 20% hardship tours - just an observation of hardship vs non-hardship tours). Having written that, I feel motivated to get off my bum and go join YogaAnytime.com. First 30 days are free with the code ANNIE.<br />
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<br />Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-60324532700526535272015-10-21T11:26:00.002-04:002015-10-21T11:26:44.424-04:00The W is my DestinyThe W is back. <div>
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This past summer we relocated to our next post: DC. We were sad to leave beautiful Albania - especially our beautiful helper and babysitter, Liza, and our million dollar view of Mt. Dajti. But we are glad to be back in the US, soaking up its benefits of proximity to high-quality healthcare, frequent visits with stateside friends and family, and first-world living. </div>
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And October is a lovely month to be in the US. Apple picking, fall festivals, beautiful weather, Halloween with young kids, and pumpkin mania. A couple of weeks ago I texted my husband from Trader Joe's and told him that pumpkin hysteria was in full swing. He requested that I "buy all of it." </div>
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The W is the W curve of cultural adjustment, which I think looks like this:</div>
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The Funk always takes me by surprise. And of course it's not always a fall funk. Last time I moved in the spring, so it was a summer funk. </div>
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People in the nomadic community throw around the term "culture shock," but my favorite descriptive term for this process is "transition fatigue," because it happens when you move back for a domestic tour too. </div>
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Even in the US, we professional nomads have to reestablish ourselves in the new place. That means: new house, new friends, new school, new job, new coworkers, new car (maybe), new everything. It's exhausting.</div>
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Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-36981111252070601862014-01-11T08:38:00.000-05:002014-01-11T08:38:41.654-05:00My 3 Day DetoxNo, I wasn't IN detox. I cannot imagine what that looks like in Albania, if it even exists. In response to my holiday overindulgence in the last few weeks of 2013, I began 2014 with a gentle detox.<br />
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I've always wanted to try this, but have never before had time or the interest in doing the work that is necessary to make a detox accessible--and edible. And believe me, it is a lot of work. Although the ingredients are simple, creativity is required in taking those ingredients and making them into something that I'd want to eat, as opposed to eating plain vegetables and counting the hours until I can eat bread again.<br />
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My husband also tried the detox. He was miserable anyway. Even with all the cheating.<br />
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On December 31, as I sipped my glass of champagne, my body began to scream at me. It had been whining for the last couple of weeks, but it had reached its limit. My knees were hurting, my skin pale, and I was exhausted. And yet, it was the holidays! Have another Christmas cookie!<br />
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By New Year's Day I had decided to do something radical about my diet, but waited, of course, until we came back from Prague. A mini-vacation in the Czech Republic is certainly not the time to begin a detox.<br />
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We landed in Tirana on the 5th, and on the way home I stopped at my favorite vegetable market to stock up on produce. One of the benefits of doing a detox in Albania is that the produce is fresh, delicious, and inexpensive. If I decide to do this again in the spring there will be even more variety, and it will be fresher and cheaper. It is not organic, but it can't possibly be coated with as many chemicals as produce available in the US simply because it deteriorates faster from a fresh state and tastes better.<br />
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I used a template from <a href="http://www.mindbodygreen.com/0-10376/3-day-gentle-cleansing-detox-meal-plan.html">Mind Body Green</a> as an outline, and started the first full day we were home. I did not follow a strict plan, but completely eliminated wheat, dairy, sugar, and alcohol, and drank tea instead of coffee in the morning. I ate a lot of fruits, vegetables, walnuts, almonds, and cashews. I couldn't find the rubber seal for our blender until the second day, so the first two smoothies were pretty exciting. Note: a food processor is NOT a substitute for a blender.<br />
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Dinners consisted of salad, a variety of steamed vegetables, and protein. The first night I cooked salmon with olive oil, lemon, and salt in the slow cooker, and the second night I adapted Dr. Oz's recipe for <a href="http://www.doctoroz.com/dr-oz-holiday-detox-plan?gallery=true&page=3">lentil soup</a>. The third night was quinoa with lightly roasted vegetables, and my husband had chicken. Salad dressing was olive oil, lemon juice, and a dash of dijon mustard.<br />
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I was extremely pleased with the results. I felt energized and less inflamed by the end of the first day, and my knee pain had disappeared by the second day. My skin improved, and I lost a little sag in my waist and bum. I never felt hungry. </div>
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There are many reasons to do a detox, but one of them is to shock yourself out of bad eating habits. I plan to stick to smoothies for breakfast and lunch, and do what I can to make our dinners healthier while not alienating my husband. </div>
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For a traditionalist Thanksgiving stickler, celebrating American holidays overseas certainly comes with challenges. Substitutions for certain ingredients are required, and last minute turkey buying is not an option. On the other hand, the likelihood of dramatic family blowouts is much, much lower.<br />
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Of the three Thanksgivings we have spent abroad, we have hosted two dinners for our friends and their children. In 2010, I spent the holiday in my 12 hour/day yoga teacher training. However, I did bring pie. Yes, I fed pie to a bunch of yoga teachers-in-training, and our guru. And I left class early so that I could make the community Thanksgiving potluck feast at Manila's American Recreation Club.<br />
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The next year, we had just returned from OB Medevac with our newborn baby, but, feeling the need to reconnect with our friends at post after four months at home, had a few people over for Thanksgiving dinner. That was probably the easiest Thanksgiving I will ever host, as I not only had help with childcare and dishwashing, but I had a cook. That year, I did not practice the tradition of burning myself while manhandling the turkey in and out of the oven.<br />
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This year we had nine adults, six children, a baby, and our housekeeper/babysitter for Thanksgiving dinner. We ordered a "turkey over 12 lbs" from AERA, and a 24 lb butterball behemoth arrived. Our Ambassador's wife saved us the trouble of trying to thaw this monster by sharing that turkeys can be cooked from the frozen state. I will never thaw a turkey again.<br />
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I started cooking on Sunday. We had invited our non-fowl eating friends to join us, so I made a <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/337681/vegetarian-mushroom-gravy">mushroom gravy</a> that was <i>way</i> better than its turkey pan cousin. Even my meat-loving husband loved it. Of course we also made turkey pan gravy as well. One can never have too much gravy. Or pie.<br />
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On Tuesday I made my second pie ever. My first pie was on Saturday for a friend's pre-Thanksgiving feast, and because it actually wasn't terrible I gathered my courage and tried again. Pecans cannot be found--at least not easily--in Albania, so I made a walnut pie. According to the internet, New Englanders have walnut pies at Thanksgiving all the time. I didn't know that pecans didn't go farther north than Washington, D.C. I had learned a few things from my first experience, and this pie turned out pretty darn well.<br />
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My husband had showed me how his grandmother used her thumb to make the pie crust decorative. When I was finished I couldn't recognize myself.<br />
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Fresh cranberries are also not easily found, so, in addition to opening a can of cranberry sauce purchased from the commissary, I made an <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/foodanddrink/recipes/9750966/Citrus-compote-with-lemon-grass-and-ginger-syrup-recipe.html">orange-lemon ginger compote</a>. I thought it was a perfect substitute, but I'm not sure anyone else tried it. I got the recipe from a British Christmas food website, so maybe they could sense that it wasn't American. Anyway, it tasted great.<br />
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We had a little drama around mid-day on Thursday when, according to the meat thermometer, it appeared that the turkey was already done. But it turned out perfectly--and fully cooked. This method seems to help avoid drying the meat out in the oven. I didn't get a picture of the turkey before my husband made these freaky cuts in it.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving!Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-40370516612208123272013-11-05T05:02:00.002-05:002013-11-05T05:03:48.935-05:00Seven months strongI should blog more. Obviously. I really enjoy blogging, but never seem to find enough time to do both the writing AND the editing. The secret is to not take it too seriously.<br />
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This is my English-major way of apologizing for any sloppy writing that may ensue.<br />
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We have now lived in Tirana for a little over seven moths. Last month my parents came to visit from Florida, which was wonderful. I loved sharing Tirana and the region with my family, and wish we had more time--who knew a month could go by so quickly?<br />
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A lot has changed in seven months, which shouldn't be a surprise since seven months in the FS is the equivalent to five years of stateside living. Of course, as my son grows (he turned 2 in late August), my life changes dramatically. Suddenly there's sleep being had and more time to do things other than domestic caregiving. The first day I left Kyle alone at school I went home and stared at a wall because I didn't know what to do with the time.<br />
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I have changed quite a bit as well. Nine months ago my goal was to work at the Embassy in a job similar to the one I enjoyed in Manila, and it was disappointing to arrive in Tirana and discover that EFM jobs were not as plentiful as they had been in the Philippines. Very disappointing.<br />
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However, Tirana turns out to be a post that offers <i>plenty</i> of work opportunities outside of the Mission. Do these jobs pay as much as the US Government? Uh, no. Are they worth it anyway. Heck, yes! Do I like being self-employed? Absolutely. Do I enjoy running all over town to cover all of my different private practice jobs? Well ... I have control over my schedule, and can at least limit the time I spend running around.<br />
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The best thing about all of these jobs is that they are all in my field, which is clinical social work. I am teaching Psychology to undergrads at the University of New York in Tirana, seeing private practice clients through my business www.mindbodyglobal.com, and doing contract work with the Peace Corps. For whatever reason, it seems like work opportunities exploded at the beginning of September.<br />
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I have also discovered, for better or for worse, that I actually like being a domestic caregiver. I enjoy spending time with my son. I like planning meals and cooking healthy food for my family. I find it rewarding to pay someone else to clean the toilet and vacuum the floor.<br />
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I have also learned that social work practice stresses me out a little bit. I know that I am playing to my strengths when I practice therapy, but after taking a three year break I am very aware of how hard a job it is to be a counselor. The qualities that make a person able to empathize and be compassionate are the same qualities that make one vulnerable to absorbing other people's pain and stress. I was never, ever significantly stressed as a CLO Assistant in Manila.<br />
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I now remember how much I emphasized boundaries to myself and my co-workers when I worked in hospice social work.<br />
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But enough of that. The journey continues, and we as a family continue to have reorganize our thinking to accommodate our free-floating lifestyle. It turns out that it is entirely possible to have the urge to travel (my husband owns up to having itchy feet) and be obsessed with having the ability to plan out all the details of one's life. The two qualities butt heads quite frequently. The good news is that because my husband and I both share this traveling bug + resistance to being super flexible, the conflict is not between the two of us, but between our family and the demands of the FS.<br />
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So, Albania is awesome, and you should come here. Julie especially misses my Dad throwing the ball to her daily, and Kyle has decided that Skype just isn't the same. It's a good thing we will be heading back to the US on R&R in a couple of months.<br />
<br />Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-73797780807642152612013-07-15T05:15:00.002-04:002013-07-15T05:25:06.305-04:00The 3 month slumpArgh. Does this have to happen every time? Every single time? At about three months into a new post--even if that post is DC--I begin to feel down. The three month mark is apparently when I transition from feeling like I'm on vacation to realizing that this is my new home. For now.<br />
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Two years is a really short time to be someplace you really like, and I like Tirana. In Manila, the three month slump turned into a year-long fight as problems with housing and my dislike of air pollution made me think that my slump was Manila's fault. And then we moved back to DC, and I was blindsided by the realization that I missed Manila, and wanted to "go home."<br />
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I have no home. I do have a house. Here's a picture:<br />
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I miss my house. I don't miss what I was doing while I was living there, but I miss the house being my house, with a big backyard and furniture that wasn't heavily damaged Drexel dark wood.<br />
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As a side note, I'm not complaining about the furniture. I'm rather glad that it's trashed because there's nothing my two dogs and toddler can do to it that would be our fault. Kyle IS doing a number on the blinds ....<br />
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But it's not even really the house that I'm missing, but the stability. Three years ago I wrote a blog about how I didn't think I had itchy feet. I maintain that. I do have a great desire to travel and see and experience new things, and for several months at a time so I can immerse myself in the culture. BUT, it would be nice if I could somehow do this and still be able to go back to a specific place to a job that pays the bills and my furniture. Then I could get nice and bored and ready to hit the road again in a year.<br />
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This is my home for now:<br />
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No wait, that's a Hoxha bunker.<br />
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This is nearby my home for now. Isn't it pretty?<br />
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I like Tirana. I wish we could stay and make it a home for at least five years. Five years would have been too long in Manila.<br />
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So I guess we'll keep going and see where this life takes us. And maybe convert a shipping container to a low maintenance, awesome, environmentally friendly, tiny house and put it on my parents' five acres. They won't mind.<br />
<br />Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-33659905889747487802013-06-17T08:29:00.000-04:002013-06-17T08:29:47.802-04:00Two months inOn Wednesday it will have been two months since we landed in Tirana, so it's time for an update.<br />
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The short story is that we still love the city and the region. Manila gave us many gifts, and one of them is the ability to appreciate everything this post has to offer. From the housing to the traffic to the weather to the air quality, from our perspective, this place rocks. I'm already sorry that Brian's status as an ELO means that we will only be here two years and cannot request an extension to three years.<br />
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Two years in a post that's a good fit is much too short. Two years in a post that's a bad fit is much too long.<br />
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Our final HHE shipment from DC arrived last week, so now I feel like we can really settle in to our house. We did a decent job with our consumables shipment, especially given that it's really hard to shop for consumables at a post that has changed so rapidly in so little time that no one's really sure what is or is not available.<br />
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As a newbie, here's what I wish I hadn't brought, and what I wish I'd brought more of:<br />
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<li>non-sugary cereal. All they have here is museli and fifty different kinds of dessert cereal. I think the healthy breakfast cereal thing is uniquely American. </li>
<li>body lotion. But NOT hair removal products. There's an entire aisle dedicated to hair removal, and a teeny, tiny corner of body lotion. Not a lot of dry, English skin around here. </li>
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Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-82731089024946698832013-05-02T07:56:00.000-04:002013-05-02T07:58:35.025-04:00Tirana, AlbaniaMy expectations for Tirana were ... let's just say they were modest. Although there were many things I loved about our first post, I found life in Manila challenging. So when we were assigned to another hardship post--with a consumables shipment!--I kept my expectations in check.<br />
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And perhaps that is why I think everything here is just awesome. The air is clean, the food is fantastic, and my housing is relatively walkable. Most importantly, I can spend most of the day outside with my active toddler, and the only thing I have to worry about is the sun. (He's very, very, very fair, just like his Daddy, and won't wear hats, also like his Daddy.)<br />
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I'm well aware that Tirana and I are on our honeymoon, and in the coming months we'll have some fights, but the foundation of our relationship is solid. For pete's sake, I even fought with Arlington, so there's no avoiding the adjustment process, no matter how well a place meets your needs.<br />
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Although we've only been here two weeks, we've taken the opportunity to explore. Over the weekend, we joined our sponsors on a whirlwind road trip to Saranda, and earlier this week Kyle and I took a walking tour* of Tirana with other Mission newcomers.<br />
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*I'd like to take the opportunity to emphasize that we took a <i>walking</i> tour. We <i>walked</i> from Skanderberg Square to the Embassy, and more or less enjoyed the experience.<br />
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Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-30482985231745517072013-04-07T14:48:00.000-04:002013-04-07T14:59:50.915-04:00Grief, Trauma, Anne, and the Foreign ServiceIt is hard for me to articulate how I am grieving for Anne Smedinghoff, who's death yesterday covered my Facebook feed in black ribbons and shattered my small corner of the Foreign Service community. I knew Anne. I am not her close friend or family member, but I was connected to her in many ways. She was was one of my husband's 151st A-100 cohorts. I met her several times at various 151 get togethers and happy hours. I recall sharing a beer with her and talking about Chicago. I remember when my close friend told us that she was going to meet Anne in Australia for a cross country bike tour. I have heard her name spoken many times by my husband, who was proud to serve alongside such a wonderful person, and remarkable diplomat. I remember her smile.<br />
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She made an impression on me despite my only knowing her by association. What a fantastic public affairs representative she must have been. What a loss for this country and its diplomatic mission. What an insensible tragedy for her family.<br />
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It is impossible to believe that she died--that she was killed by violence while serving her country. I know many people who are currently serving in AIP, and many more who are going to serve there later this year. We are not prepared to lose people by violence in the Foreign Service, and yet, in the last year, we have lost many. The FS is not armed. Its personnel always travel with skilled military convoys. But there it is--the diplomatic corps is small, but is serving right alongside the military.<br />
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Today I recognize in myself symptoms of grief and trauma, and know that I am sharing these feelings with the FS community, and in particular, the 151st A-100 and anyone who had the honor of serving with Anne. It is clear from Secretary Kerry's statement that he is also grieving. We are all in a state of disbelief, shock, and for many of us, the implicit fear for the safety of our loved ones. Anne life was significant, and her death cuts us all close to the heart. <br />
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So, in anticipation of our transfer to Albania, I'm going to share a list of my expectations for the move: those I'm looking forward to, and those of which I'm afraid.<br />
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1. Help, in the form of a helper. We've already hired our housekeeper/babysitter, who I hope will still be waiting for us when we arrive. I am just about foaming at the mouth at not being able to take a yoga class, go the gym, or work at my computer without interruption, much less teach yoga, volunteer, or otherwise exercise my brain beyond being a full time mama.<br />
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2. Work. EFM jobs are scarce in Tirana, and so I'm not holding out much hope of being able to work at the Embassy. However, that reality has forced me to seriously consider developing a portable career beyond teaching yoga.<br />
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3. House. That is, to really be able to settle in for two years, and the return of our HHE.<br />
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4. Albania, Europe, and the Balkans. Never have I so looked forward to the travel opportunities that will be at our fingertips, and hope that neighboring Italy will be enough bait for our friends and family to visit.<br />
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5. Mountains. Apparently we have a view of a small mountain range from the back of our house. Heaven!<br />
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6. Space. The density of NoVa and DC was initially unwelcome after two years in Manila. Thank gosh for the wonderful parks in this area, and I hope that Tirana will offer similar natural comforts.<br />
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7. Baby love. Like Filipinos, Albanians love children, and sweet Kyle's a flirt.<br />
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I have no idea what I will find in Tirana, so these are just fears.<br />
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1. Air pollution. People talk about the city being polluted, but I can't believe it. After Manila, I think only China could impress me.<br />
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2. Feeling trapped in my house. Will the area be walkable? Driveable? Will not speaking Albania turn out to be a significant problem? Will leaving my house be such a chaotic experience that I end up hanging out on the compound due to exhaustion?<br />
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3. Size of the expat community. Nearly everyone who's been in Tirana really enjoyed the post, and I'm not detecting a lot of hedging. However, it is a smaller post--about 1/6 the size of Manila, so I don't know what to expect.<br />
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4. Work. I was able to accomplish everything I wanted to accomplish in Manila, and earn money. Will the same be true in Tirana?<br />
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5. Family. It has been wonderful to spend so much time with my friends and family, and witness how attached Kyle has become to my parents, and vice versa. As far as I'm concerned, the travel time to Tirana is a breeze compared to the 26+ hour ordeal that was traveling to Manila, but not everyone has that perspective, nor is everyone as comfortable with air travel.<br />
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6. Groceries, illness, and ease of errand-doing. Tirana is a 20% hardship with consumables, so I expect that all the above will present difficulties.<br />
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What will I think of my list a year from now? Hopefully I'll remember I wrote this list. :)<br />
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<br />Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-50345322902816450892013-03-18T13:39:00.000-04:002013-03-18T13:45:00.484-04:00Musings of a reluctant moverIn my luxurious life as an EFM, I look forward to dragging my reluctant bum away from yet another home. A home that, once again, I will have spent five months resisting, one month enjoying, and four months freaking out about leaving. <br />
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This life would be so much easier if I didn't have dogs, child, cars, or any material goods whatsoever. Of course, such unencumbered and unaccompanied lives have their own challenges, and, all things considered, I would not choose that for myself.<br />
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SO, once again, we prepare for packout. Do other people stress out about not having access to a rocking chair for two months? Do they stay up at night wondering if their dog will not be allowed to re-board the plane in Vienna because the Austrians use a 15 digit chip reader instead of a 10 digit reader? Do they spend a great deal of time wondering if they should ship crates of tomato paste to their new homes?<br />
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Probably not. Unless they also drag their reluctant bums around the world every year or three.<br />
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There are many gaps of support in the FAM, the FS regulations for everything domestic. For example, we couldn't sell our truck in Manila without taking a huge loss (as in, $10K). But even though we were required to spend a year in DC for training, we were only allotted one car shipment, which we used to bring the truck home. The truck is just about sold, and for a good price for both buyer and seller--yay--but now we worry about buying a car in Albania. We could of course buy a new car from somewhere in Europe, but then won't we be in the same boat when we are leaving Albania? The boat where your car is too expensive for both the locals and the Embassy community, and you anticipate at least six months of training in NoVA, where you will need a car? Sigh.<br />
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There are also many strengths, most of which, having been back in the US for almost a year, I've forgotten about. But I remember feeling pretty well taken care of, despite our housing adventures. This time we have been assigned a 3 bedroom home where we will likely have enough room to unpack, and a guest room, which is all I want from my life in the FS. That, and a good babysitter who will also do the vacuuming.<br />
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A couple go to Sunday brunch in a restaurant with their baby. The baby gets tired of sitting and decides he needs to walk around and visit people. The couple get the stink eye from their fellow brunchers.<br />
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A man walks into Harris Teeter to buy five staple items: milk, lettuce, coffee, bread, and chicken. He leaves Harris Teeter wondering what happened to his $50.<br />
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A woman pushes a stroller through a shopping area with her two dogs and incredibly adorable, blue-eyed baby. People repeatedly stop to gush over the dogs.<br />
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A man discussing pop culture with his classmates asks, "What's a snooki?"<br />
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<br />Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-68645690782647472092012-09-18T11:21:00.001-04:002012-09-18T11:35:33.630-04:00SAHMing it up in the USEven outside of the State Department there's an acronym for everything. Two and a half years ago I was a LCSW working for HOTC, then I was an EFM working at CLO, now I'm a SAHM taking care of my LO, American style.<br />
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What's a SAHM, American style, you ask? A person who's current job has incredible purpose, but no time off, and is paid in hugs, smiles, and baby giggles. A person who's secondary responsibilities are usually housework, food prep, and in my case, dog wrangling. A person who has realized how precious time is, both because he or she has the opportunity to watch a little human transform before his or her eyes (sometimes they get taller overnight), and because any time that is not spent working is precious. Very precious. A SAHM is a stay at home mom.</div>
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Why American style? Because American hyper-individualism and our transitory lifestyle, even those who are based domestically, makes full time mothering at home a job with a very heavy workload, and it is not a job that is universally appreciated or understood. The following is NOT a statement about childless people; it is simply a statement of fact: until you have been a full time stay at home parent, or are the spouse of one, you have no idea how much work goes into doing even a moderately competent job of it. And getting help is not as simple as it sounds. Babies can not be easily delegated. </div>
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My adjustment to being a SAHM was rough, but it has been easier than my adjustment to other changes in my lifestyle, such as moving to Manila. It was also concurrent with our repatriation back home, which is, believe it or not, a process of adjusting to culture stress, especially when you land in Washington, DC in the heat and hostility of a Presidential election. However, although it does not have super-affordable mama's helpers such as nannies or domestic assistance of any kind, the US does have a lot of energetic women (and a few men) who create their own support systems and figure out how to make being a SAHM (or Dad) work. It also helps to adjust one's priorities, and realize that those secondary responsibilities are WAY down on the list of priorities.<br />
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It is not helpful when people spout platitudes such as "appreciate this time because they grow up fast," but buried in the platitude is truth: this beautiful little being changes every day, and someday I will not be able to scoop him up and give him a raspberry to the music of his laughter, his kisses will not be open-mouthed baby maulings, and he probably won't laugh when he farts (he may find them funny, but it won't be as innocent). So as difficult as the day to day work is, I make space for gratitude that I am having this experience. It also helps to know that in a few months I will again have the opportunity to look for a second job, should I want one. Which I will, as long as I can find a good daytime mama's helper. </div>
Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-1642107280324040312012-08-21T11:40:00.000-04:002012-08-21T11:41:50.744-04:00Pregnant lady on the move!No, I am not, thank gosh, pregnant again, but one year ago this week my beautiful baby boy was born, and I've never shared my experinece of my FS OB med-evac.<br />
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Although it is State policy to recommend that all women return to the US to give birth, many FS women give birth abroad and have good experiences. Manila has excellent medical care and I loved my Filipino OB, Dr. H. However, this being my first birth experience, I wanted to be with my family in my own country, and also wanted to use a hospital-based midwife (which I highly recommend). Plus, I didn't want to deny my baby the ability to run for Pr<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);">esident. God help him if he takes that task on.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
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Your per diem allowance varies based on where you go. In Florida my allowance was only $88/night, which is absurdly low for the area, amd so I stayed with my parents for the duration of my med evac. If you return to DC, your allowance is appropriate for housing costs in the area. If your due date falls during home leave or a DC assignment, you are not on a med evac and are on your own.<br />
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The pros to returning home are obvious: familiar medical care setting with providers who speak English--can you imagine being in labor and trying to speak a newly acquired language, if you even had language training?--easier access for family members to meet the baby, and the convenience benefits of being in the US. Drawbacks: if your per diem is insufficient and you can't afford to get an extended stay hotel room, crashing with your folks for 4 months with a new baby is a lot to ask of one's family, unless they live in a very large house and have a cook and a maid. My parents were wonderful and extremely generous, but they do not have the aforementioned house and helpers.<br />
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In addition, if your embassy is short-staffed or very small, it may be more difficult for Dad to be present for the birth AND the first few weeks of newborn care, which is hard on both parents. If you have the baby at post, Dad has more flexibility, and Mom likely has a domestic helper at home.<br />
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I am glad I returned home for Kyle's birth, and if i have another baby my choice to med evac or not will depend on the situation. In Albania, having the baby in country is not an option due to lack of sufficient medical care. Other than freaking out, I'm not sure what MED would do if one <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);">hired a local midwife and insisted on a home birth. Probably revoke your medical clearance. </span><br />
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<br />Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-91854755010428265152012-08-19T11:38:00.000-04:002012-08-19T11:40:46.476-04:00Bidding on Manila?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I wrote this list when we had only been in Manila for six months, but I have nothing I want to change now that our tour is over, except to add that Manila is a fantastic post for families with young children. Blogger and iPads don't mix well, so I have to add that pro up here:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);"></span><br />
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5) <b>Safety</b> - There are certain places in the country where you cannot go, and there is a <a href="http://travel.state.gov/travel/cis_pa_tw/tw/tw_2190.html">travel warning</a> in the Philippines, but Manila is generally as safe as any other mega-city. </div>
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6) <b>Availability of goods</b> - Unless you shop like a local, and it's difficult to shop like a local, you will pay US equivalent or higher prices for most of your groceries and household basics. Manila has a 5% COLA. However, you have access to many familiar US, Australian, and European goods, which helps if you are already overwhelmed by the city. When you can't think straight because you battled an hour of traffic getting to the grocery store, at last you will find a few familiar labels on the shelves. You won't find everything you want, but you'll find most of it. Local and imported fruits and veggies are generally plentiful, depending on the season. </div>
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7) <b>Good deals</b> - Restaurant dining and home food delivery is extremely affordable, particularly if you are used to paying D.C. prices. High-quality and skilled crafts, furniture, jewelry and clothing is wonderfully inexpensive at markets such as Greenhills, and travel can be cheap. You can have incredibly fresh, organic vegetables delivered nearly to your door for less than $100/month--take that, Whole Foods. Massages are the best deal in town, even at the Sofitel.</div>
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8) <b>EFM employment</b> - Most spouses who want to work are able to find a job at the Embassy, and most enjoy their work.</div>
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2) <b>Traffic</b>: Planning a night out is always a challenge. It could take 15 minutes to get to your destination, or it could take over an hour, and the traffic is unpredictable. For this reason, most people spend a lot of time at home or at the homes of their friends. In addition, driving in Manila is difficult, and requires your full attention when you are behind the wheel. The rule of the road is that there are no rules.</div>
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3) <b>Nothing is easy:</b> The only easy way to run an errand in Manila is to ask your driver to run it for you. From the traffic to finding what you need to dealing with salespeople, hilarity inevitably ensues.</div>
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6) <b>Money:</b> Yes, you can save money, but not as much as you'd think. Good mental health requires escaping from the city approximately once/month, which can get expensive.</div>
</span>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-64558063763122486242012-08-05T11:35:00.000-04:002012-08-19T11:08:14.081-04:00Mobile MamaIt's not easy to maintain a routine in a mobile lifestyle. If it's just you and another reasonably flexible adult, you can make a routine fit no matter where you are and what you're doing, but babies and dogs require more stability.<br />
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Of our two dogs, Julie, the Vizsla, is having the hardest time re-patriating. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);">Poor Julie, in Manila she was walked three times a day by her friend Tony, who's official title was Driver, but he spent more time with the dogs than he did driving. Since we've been back, Julie has had a hard time adjusting to her American lifestyle. When we brought Kyle home from the US, Julie and Grace barely noticed. They had their aso yaya and Tony, and we were an afterthought. Here, attention is spread very thin. The baby of course absorbs 90% of household energy, leaving a very small amount to be portioned across self-care, relationship care, and dog care, not to mention laundry. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);"><br /></span>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">As we adjust to living in the US, and I adjust to the American model of motherhood--all me, all the time, except on weekends or if a grandparent is visiting--I am trying to maintain a routine despite moving, traveling, home leave, and a million other routine saboteurs. Kyle is a flexible baby, but he is not a low maitenance baby. I am a devoted mama, but I need a little time to be something other than a mama. In the US, those opportunities are few, especially when baby has quit taking naps in his crib because he became accustomed to being held while we were on the move.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Now if you'll excuse me, I see that Kyle is learning how to work doorknobs.</span>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-41254801470547803492012-08-01T13:13:00.002-04:002012-08-01T13:13:30.748-04:00Family TiesOne time I asked a Filipino domestic worker if Filipinos as a group were tolerant of homosexuality. This person, who is around 50 years old, said that although homosexuality was not accepted in the 1980s, now nearly all Filipinos have a sibling who has come out, and in general have come to realize that homosexuals are "just like everybody else: they are my sister; my brother." <div>
The Philippines is a devoutly Christian country. On issues such as abortion, they are 150% pro-life. They are also pro-family, and it's not uncommon for a Filipino to have 9 siblings, so if <a href="http://gaylife.about.com/od/index/a/garygates.htm">one of those ten children</a> is attracted to people of the same gender, almost everyone has someone they love who is gay, lesbian, or bi-sexual. And to their credit, instead of ostracizing their brothers and sisters, they have come to accept them. </div>
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If you believe that it's ok to discrimate against someone based on race, ethnicity, gender, religion, or sexual orientation, then I'm not talking to you. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);">However, if you don't believe it's ok, then don't go to Chick fil A today. Even if you think the uproar is stupid, don't care about gay rights, think Chick-fil-A is a good company, or believe that all companies and their CEOs are evil and there's no point in boycotting any of them, you don't need to <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2012/08/01/us/us-chick-fil-a-controversy/index.html">join ranks</a> with those who are mobbing Chick-fil-A today. Today, support your brothers and sisters; you can eat at Chick-fil-A tomorrow. </span></div>
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<br /></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-89345851559693836372012-07-29T16:16:00.001-04:002012-08-19T11:08:52.278-04:00Missing Manila?I spent the first year of my time in Manila resisting. I resisted the traffic, having a driver, the check out process, the stomach illnesses, and the polluted air. I was exhausted by the quest for groceries, atttempts to go out to dinner, and my wish to practice yoga in a studio. I was so mired in the difficulties that I could not apprecitate the postive aspects of life in Manila.
When we returned from my OB MED evac to Florida with our eight week old baby, I mellowed. I wasn't going anywhere anyway, so the traffic didn't bother me as much. I fully appreciated having domestic employees to help with housework and allow me personal time. Tony the driver also became our dog walker, all around errand doer, and furniture-putter-togetherer, and I accepted that it really was nicer to chill in the backseat instead of battle with 20 million other people for space on Roxas, EDSA, and Buendia. I discovered that I could have clean, organic produce and other groceries delivered, and decided that if I wanted imported cheese I was going have to live with it being just a little bit, well, moldy.
And now that I'm back in DC, I can't believe it, but I'm MISSING Manila. No, not the moldy cheese and the pollution and the Dengue fever, but I came to really like my life there, and I miss it.
I imagine that as soon as I settle in to DC, we'll be off to Albania, and the process starts again. I'll be in Tirana reminiscing about the time I paid $15 for a beer.
So what is consistent in life in the FS? Not your stuff: Delta might misplace it or it will arrive covered in mildew. Perhaps the most consistent aspect of a mobile life as a US Diplomat is the community. Having only been back for a month, we've already reunited with several friends from A-100, and many of our closest Manila friends, and everyone is the same. People have babies, live in exotic places, and change jobs, and they are still the core group of awesome people that make life in the FS something to miss.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-8096867317260548772012-06-14T11:21:00.001-04:002012-08-19T11:09:41.503-04:00Good morning, America!Or is it evening? Don't ask me; I have a 9 mo old baby trying to adjust to a twelve hour time change. Baby jet lag: a reason to bid on the western hemisphere.
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4/5 of the Mobile Home Family has repatriated into the US, waiting for one forlorn family member to meet the requirements of his TED and join us in DC, where we will spend a year in training at FSI. Brian will be learning Albanian, and Kyle and I will be taking advantage of everything NoVa and DC have to offer: Trader Joe's, fresh air, glorious, tree filled parks, and huge, shady off leash dog parks. Most of our closest Manila friends are also in DC for training, and we will be rejoining with friends from A-100. I'm looking forward to it.
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I am not thrilled about leaving my part time job at CLO, and my full time yaya behind in Manila. I love spending so much time with my baby, but I am not used to never having a break from baby care. Elmo turns out to be a miracle worker. When I really need 15 minutes to eat, use the restroom, or just stare at the wall, Best of Elmo 2 comes to my rescue. Kyle has never been an easy sleeper, and add a huge time change and a lot of home hopping into the mix and you have a baby who won't sleep in a crib. So far every nap has either been in arms or in the stroller. He's in the stroller right now, which is allowing me to write this post.
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The next few months will be an interesting identity shift for me. Before we had Kyle, no one EVER asked me if I were a housewife. Now that there's a baby, suddenly I'm a homemaker, even if I'm working part time. I guess before I was just a lucky duck, traveling the world with Paycheck (as my friend Nick affectionately refers to our spouses), and our dogs. Fine, I accept my role as a 24-7 caregiver, and my salary is the money we are saving by not bringing our yaya with us to DC. It was my decision to not bring our nanny with us--without a job I simply couldn't justify the cost, and hopefully we will find a good caregiver in Albania so I can work.
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And he's up, so off I go.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-65624312493392902122012-04-18T03:45:00.001-04:002012-04-18T03:58:25.595-04:00Honey, have you checked the sh*tter?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;">New Zealand's South Island, a fantastically gorgeous place like nowhere else on earth. Where you can gaze at crystal clear, tropical blue water set against snow capped mountains, and enjoy it at comfortable 65 degrees. Where you can drive from a rain forest to a semi-arid clime in a few hours. And where you can eat the best apples I've ever tasted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">the view from the road </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">A city park in Wanaka, and an unexpected delight when baby + mountain roads + campervan prevented us from making it to our intended destination. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Hanging with an airplane </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The view from the road</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Simply stunning Milford Sound (which is not a sound, but a fjord).</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Blue mist, and the view from Milford Sound Lodge/Holiday Park. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Fiordland National Park </div></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Still in Fiordland National Park </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Mt. Cook/Aoraki</div><br />
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Campervanning the South Island with a 7 mo old: where you can hit your knee on the same protrusion about a 1000 times, pull over about 2000 times to let everyone else pass (except the other 1000 campervans), and go on a search for a waste dump, because not all holiday parks provide them.<br />
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We had a great time, ate delicious, fresh food (although I'm back to not eating red meat again--I'm afraid I might have met my meal), witnessed the sedative effect of pure, fresh air on a baby, hiked a little, drove a lot, and rested our Manila-fatigued eyes on the beauty of the South Island.<br />
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Other than staying a week longer and not being harassed by officious Quantas flight attendants to use the incomprehensible baby seat belt, I wouldn't have changed our trip at all. And any R & R with a baby, sans yaya, is likely to be more Running than Resting.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-58260021938603478402012-03-30T04:11:00.000-04:002012-03-30T04:11:36.155-04:00United Airlines vs. Four-Legged Foreign Service Family MembersAt best, <a href="http://nicholaskralev.com/2012/03/27/diplomats-decry-new-united-pet-policy/">United Airlines' decision to exclude Foreign Service employees from the pet transport waiver</a> it granted the military is disrespectful, indicating a complete disregard for the work of the State Department and its employees deployed abroad. United's language is insulting, as they are granting the waiver to the DOD āin recognition of the commitment made by members of our military and the family members (including the four-legged ones) who share in their sacrifice." Because of course, diplomacy has no role whatsoever in the the US's relationship with the rest of the world. <br />
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United's decision will certainly result in many Foreign Service pets finding themselves without a home. Most families can't afford the $3000+ it costs to ship a pet as cargo on a federal employee's salary. If you use a top quality pet shipper and fly your pets on KLM (which treats animals humanely), add another $2000 to the bill.<br />
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At worst, it will result in many medium and large sized dogs being abandoned in foreign countries or spending more than two days in transit, being cared for by people who may or may not bother to let the dogs out of their crates in the course of these two days. At absolute worst, it may result in the deaths of pets who are not handled properly, are delayed, or are misdirected while in transit. A dog-loving friend of mine swore she'd never ship her dogs as cargo again after she arrived at the airport to find someone else's German Shepherd waiting for her. By some miracle, she knew the Shepherd's owner, who had received her dogs. <br />
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When pets fly as baggage, they follow the same flight plan as their humans, which is, at most, around 25 hours of travel when flying to Asia, and it only costs between $200-300 per pet, a reasonable expense for most families. You can ask a flight attendant to confirm your pet is on board, and they are waiting for you at customs, where you can take them out of their crates for a potty break.<br />
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The following is a video created by a family whose husband and father has volunteered to serve in a war zone, and who, when reunited with his wife and children in a year, will be forced to separate from his canine family member if United is the only American carrier available at their next post. According to United, a Foreign Service tour in Yemen/Islamabad/Kabul/Cuidad Juarez is a sweet deal. <br />
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You might think that having a baby has distanced me from my dogs, and although I won't deny that it has changed my relationship with them, Kyle's relationship with Julie has only strengthened my desire to have dogs always be a part of our family. Kyle laughs out loud at the sight of Julie--how could I ever deny him this pleasure? In addition, having a pet teaches children compassion, responsibility, and to be comfortable with animals. When we leave Manila we will not be affected by United's new policy, but getting the dogs in to Albania may be more difficult.<br />
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Whether or not you care about Foreign Service families, if you care about animals, please advocate for our dogs by speaking out against United's discriminatory policy. You can contact <a href="http://www.afsa.org/">AFSA</a>, <a href="http://www.aafsw.org/2012/volunteers-needed-for-afsaaafsw-effort-to-change-united-airlines-pet-policy/">AAFSW</a>, or even your local animal rights group. If you have any doubts about how much Foreign Service families love their pets, check out <a href="http://fstails.blogspot.com/2012/03/why-doesnt-united-airlines-want-me-to.html">Foreign Service Tails</a>.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372387214701747057.post-43248177003848202602012-03-03T21:33:00.002-05:002012-03-03T21:36:26.935-05:00Gotta love the yayaNine months later, I finally drag myself back to the computer (or rather, an iPad) and decide it's time to write a blog. A lot has happened in nine months. Six months ago, the mobile home family welcomed a beautiful baby boy! We chose to go home to have the baby and were in Florida for 4 months over the summer and early fall. <br />
Having a baby has significantly changed by perspective on Manila: love our yaya. In addition to loving the fact that I can work part time knowing that my baby is safe and happy at home with his wonderful caregiver, Filipinos welcome babies everywhere! On the plane home from Hong Kong two weeks ago' my 6 month old was active and fussy, but I had plenty of volunteers in the surrounding seats taking turns entertaining the baby. Awesome.<br />
Having a baby has also helped me learn to let go of the little things, a mandatory skill for a life in the foreign service. I just don't have the energy to fret about little things. Maybe that will change when he's older and I'm getting more sleep-<br />
Our next post is Albania. Another 20% hardship, but hopefully one that is hard in different ways from this one. I've learned how to cope with many things about life in Manila that used to irritate me endlessly. For example, traffic is always bad here. How to cope? Don't go anywhere. Seriously. Or rather, be content with going to the one restaurant that's close to you frequently, and make do with whatever the one nearby grocery store is selling. Or even better, order it online at the thegreengrocermanila.com and go to the grocery store as little as possible.<br />
Anyone reading this in the US or at a non hardship post probably thinks I'm nuts, but this is what works for us.<br />
In Albania, the air will be cleaner, there will be mountain views and parks, and the population will be 500,000 instead of 11,553,427. I will still have trouble getting to the grocery store, and when I get there, won't find anything I need. I do not look forward to our next post with rose colored glasses, or beer goggles, depending on your preference, but I hope that I will keep my skill of letting the little things go.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776271938240982739noreply@blogger.com1