Temp housing, at least the hotel apartment types I have stayed in, are not very well stocked for intensive food prep–of course, I get it, it is temporary housing. However, if you are in temp housing for 1-2 months, you can’t very well put off eating decently for that long, especially if you are a neurotic mom like me. So, here is a meal plan that requires minimal pots/pans/tools, along with a pack list. It balances healthy-enough eating with sanity preservation, because moving is hard….Continue Reading “Temp Housing Simple Meal Plan”

I am a trailing spouse, because I am the tag-along when my husband accepts a job in another country. I have now moved countries twice. Here are my thoughts on preparation. Expect the process to be extremely emotional. You may find that you start shutting yourself off from your current friends; knowing you will have to say goodbye soon makes it hard to keep being emotionally open. This also makes any goodbye parties really hard. Expect to cry. To see what this process looks like in…Continue Reading “The Complete Trailing Spouse Guide”

Wondering how I updated my wardrobe as I moved from no-dress-code Singapore to the Muslim United Arab Emirates?  Here is the article I wrote for Sassy Mama Dubai about it.   As the song goes, you’ll see many women in Dubai covering their heads, shoulders, knees (and toes?), but this is not required for non-Muslim women – regardless of what many people think before visiting! However, it is respectful to cover your shoulders and knees when going out in public. This doesn’t apply at the beach,…Continue Reading “What To Wear In Dubai”

Written on September 16, 2016. We have now spent two nights in our new home in Dubai.  We are (mostly) happy and (very) relieved to be at this point in our move.  The kids were off school all this week for the Eid holiday, which has made the progress of organizing our belongings very slow.  With all the hiccups we had with the move-in process, I am truly glad they did not have school.  It would have been quite stressful to get them out the…Continue Reading “House Hunting Internationally: Dubai Edition”

Written August 10, 2016 I have a very big problem. We have been living in Dubai in temporary housing for about three weeks now, and I am down to my last kopi packet.  Coffee is called kopi in Singapore, and it is lovely.  It is made with sweetened condensed milk.  My usual kopi order was kopi c peng siew dai, which means iced coffee with evaporated milk and less sugar (click here to find your kopi order). You can get kopi in every food center…Continue Reading “The Last Kopi”

So. Let’s talk about moving-related tears, at least for me. It seems I have a requisite number of tears I must shed every week. Sometimes they are shed all on one afternoon at a particularly crowded grocery store; sometimes they are spread over a week. They are 100% due to stress. This happened on my move to Singapore, and it is happening now. I cannot remember if I was this way when I did a suburb-to-suburb move while in Chicagoland, but back then I was…Continue Reading “The Requisite Number Of Tears: The Hidden Stress Of Moving”

Here is a timeline of what my move from Singapore to Dubai was like, from my own point of view (obviously).  (And yes, my resting stress level is about 50%. I know, I know, I know, I need to meditate, but I am stressed about having to meditate.  I am working on that). Day Occurrence My Neurotic Inner Monologue Stress Level 1 Company reaches out to hubs on Linked In. Hubs says probably won’t go for it. Okay, that’s neat. 50% 4 Random company convinces hubs to interview…Continue Reading “Our Move To Dubai: A Timeline”

I hardly know what to say, but my teeth are sick of the nightly clenching I give them, so say something I must.  We are about to be homeless again.  Temporarily.  We will be moving to Dubai in roughly a month.  We don’t even have a move date, but it is happening. Chicago.  Singapore.  Dubai. It sounds kind of fancy, maybe.  The commercial I just watched for the Intercontinental sure made travel look glamorous.  But travel for me is: Food-encrusted shirts on my children. Filthy…Continue Reading “That Intercontinental Life”