It’s that time of year again. Keeping track of kids’ activities starts to feel like a losing game of Whack-a-Mole. You suddenly have more Going Away parties than you thought you had friends. And it’s a bazillion degrees and 99% humidity outside, punctuated by daily INSANE thunderstorms, just to keep you on your toes.
We hope you’ll bear with us if we seem a bit… crazed.
Despite how small-town it sometimes feels here, Singapore is actually a big, busy city. And the Expat Revolving Door spins so fast, it can be hard for our kind to make real connections. Which is why, when a connection is made, however superficial, it can feel pretty special…
We live in a pretty squeaky clean, family-friendly, rated-G world here in Expatland. At least we thought we did. Now we’re wondering if that’s just us…
Two bits of background for those new to Singapore:
1. People here are so scrupulously honest, stories like this abound. And yet, they never cease to be slightly amazing– as if what you’ve just witnessed was more than just an act of kindness, but an act of magic of some kind.
2. Not many big bands make the trek to our Little Red Dot (and those that do occasionally forget to mention Singapore on their tshirts’ tour dates- we’re looking at you, Taylor Swift). So when a big show comes to Singapore, EVERYONE wants to go. Except sometimes, someone doesn’t really care about going, and actually sort of mocks the band at first, and then gets tickets anyway, and has an amazing time, and feels a little guilty….
This is a touchy topic that has come up in casual conversation a few times lately, and it seems everyone we know in Singapore falls into one of two camps: Either you’re of the “OF COURSE we deworm” camp, or you’re of the bewildered and confused, non-deworming camp. But in the end (haha), we suppose there’s no real reason not to do it. And that’s the bottom line (OK we’ll stop now).
We’re beginning to notice signs that summer is coming- not in any discernible change in the weather, obviously – but by more subtle seasonal cues. The classifieds pages on Facebook are full of departing expats selling their IKEA bookcases, potted plants, and British Club memberships. Airfares are creeping up (though we wonder if that’s true for United? We’re guessing not. Really, WTF United?). And finally, it seems every expat you talk to is either looking for a helper, or looking for a new home for her current helper. But as one expat recently figured out, matchmaking for helpers can be harder than it looks. So we say, leave it to the pros. If you don’t have a weird little office in Far East Plaza, you’re not qualified.
We thought we’d seen it all when we saw chair socks. (Though in retrospect, of course Asian chairs leave their shoes at the door. And then what are they going to do? Stand around barefooted like heathens?)