Showing posts with label moves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moves. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Priorities When Moving

We're moving!

Again!

Ian's accepted a job in Annapolis, Maryland, so we will make our way north of the Mason-Dixon line in the next couple of weeks. (which I'm sure will be an experience all by itself.)

We are so excited to be on our way to being settled after months of unsettled life.

Poor Grace is rather confused about our current status. She's either crying about missing Abu Dhabi or asking where we are living right now. "Are we in Tennessee? Or Minnesota? Or Florida?" It's high time we get ourselves an actual address and start to figure out the whole "Where are you going to kindergarten," thing.

Plus, we've been living out of suitcases and the space in our parents' closets for FOUR months. Crazy.

As we wrap our heads around moving to a place we've never lived in before (though Ian did vacation there as a two year old, so there is always that,) there are the normal questions you ask yourself:

Where are we going to live?
What are our neighbors going to be like?
Will Grace make friends?
What church will we go to?
What will day to day life look like?

But then there are the random, but oh so important questions that you look to Google for the answer for, such as:
Where is the nearest Target?
How "cold" is cold in this city?
What are taxes like? (and let me tell you, that moment when I first remembered about Federal taxes was a hard one! None of that when you work overseas!)
Do kids wear uniforms to school?
And OH MY WORD, GOOGLE, IS THERE A CHICK-FIL-A in ANNAPOLIS?!

Priorities, people, priorities.



Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Never Once

Again, we are all settled. An uneventful day of taxis and flights and more taxis and hotels.

Well, almost uneventful.

Jordan (the country,) decided they weren't going to do daylight savings time anymore back when we "Fell back," but then the country was all in an uproar so they reinstituted it. Apparantly some of the wires got crossed and airlines and travel booking websites couldn't quite figure out what time our flights were really at.

We made it, so that is what counts.

(on a side note, our iPhones couldn't figure out what time it was either, so I ended up leaving it like it was and just constantly subtracting an hour when I looked at it.)

We are settled into our hotel apartment and looking forward to/dreading the next several weeks all in one breath.

Ian had his meeting with his potential employer today and it looks good! We should have the contract in hand tomorrow and the weekend to look it over. If all is good, he should be starting this Sunday, February 2nd! He's really excited about the position, (I mean, as excited as Ian ever gets, which is not much, ever.) and he's looking forward to starting on this new endeavor.

I, on the other hand, am in slight panic mode. Don't get me wrong, I am so thankful that the Lord provided this job for Ian and that it was the job we've been praying about for so long. It's just that I've never really done the "stay at home mom," thing. Well, I've been home, but Ian's worked at home for the last 2 and a half years, so he's always been around! But, starting Sunday, I will be doing what so many of you do on a normal basis, and I am pretty freaked out.

Mainly, I'm worried about the whole hotel apartment living situation. We have no toys for the girls (NONE,) and are confined to about 200 sq feet. Tight quarters! There are no parks our playgrounds within walking distance and we probably won't have a car for a month! Taxis can get us just about anywhere but when you add up the expense of the taxi, plus whatever you are doing, plus the stress of going out with a 1 and a 2 year old in a taxi (without car seats,) I'm just not sure it is worth it.

And, just for memory sake, here is how our conversation went after Ian walked in the door from his interview:
B: How'd it go?
I: It went well! They still have that position open and they want me to take it!
B: That's great? So when can we get our visas?
I: I don't know, I didn't ask that.
B: Okay, so when can we get a car?
I: Not until we get our visas.
B: Okay, so when can we get our house?
I: Not until we get our visas.
B: Okay, so when do you start? When you get the visa, the car, and the house?
I: No, this Sunday.
B: *crickets*
I: What?
B:Are you sure you don't want ME to start working this Sunday?

(and, truth be told, I actually cried a little bit when I found out that it was happening so soon. Grace has been having a really hard time with this transition and pushing the limit constantly. It's been the most draining stretch of parenting so far. So yes, I'm not looking forward to the next month, but I am looking forward to my expectations being confirmed or redeemed, ha!)

*Sigh*

And I know in a month I will look back and this will all be a fun memory. "You remember that time we lived in a hotel room with 1 year old and a 2 year old for a month, without anything to entertain them with besides McDonald's toys?"

But for now, I'm clinging to His promises of peace and patience and loving Matt Redman's song Never Once.

And if that isn't enough craziness for one post, this is just a heads up that my blog will be under construction through this weekend. Please excuse any mishaps or issues!


Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Value of a Dollar

One week from today we get on an airplane to head back to the States. One week!

The movers come in 5 days! (we are not returning to this house when we get back so our things have to go into storage.)

In fact, yesterday the movers dropped off a pile of boxes and tape for any "personal goods," that we wanted to pack up ourselves. And I was totally not going to pack a single thing, besides my suitcases. I really wanted to keep things as normal as possible for the girls in our house. Keep toys and books out, everything on the wall, their rooms the same, etc. But I suppose losing a few days of normalcy is better than having a stressed out Momma come the end of the week, right?

I have move induced insomnia and have been waking up at 2 or 3 am all week. Awesome.

As a side note, in the five years of our marriage, Ian has never, ever had one night of sleep issues. Lucky. I don't think he understands having your mind whirling a hundred miles per minute in the middle of the night. Sweet man, he'll rub my back though in the middle of the night, conscious or not.

So. In my sleep deprived state of mind I got to thinking. Mainly I was looking through the Target ad online, like I do every week. I was marveling at how cheap everything was (cereal! goldfish! meat! clothes!!) and started thinking about how I no longer have a real concept of how far a dollar will get me in the States. It's been over 3 years of living on a foreign currency and I just have forgotten some of the basics.

So, if you have time, would you mind answering some of these questions based on a family of 4 with two small kids?

  • How much do you spend on a weekly grocery bill, without coupons?
  • How much do you spend on a Target or Wal-Mart run?
  • How much does it cost to fill up a car? And how often do you have to fill up?
  • How often do you eat out? And how much is your average bill at a sit down restaurant? 
  • Produce is really cheap here, is it the same in the States?
  • Any other cost that surprises you on a weekly/monthly basis?

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Home Tour: Living Room


We've been living in our house for over a month and a half now. We've been all unpacked since the end of week one, but I've been waiting to share pictures until we got all of the curtains up and bought a few pieces of furniture or appliances that were missing.

Our house is such a blessing to us. In fact, it's not just a house, it truly is home now. Our last apartment was never "home." It was a place that was picked out for us, with someone else's furniture, and a space that did not work right for us. We lived there for two years and made some great memories and tried to make it as "homey" as possible, but it just never happened.

This house fell into our laps, has great neighbors, is in a good location, and has my biggest prerequisite- LIGHT!

The other major feature of this house is the layout and size- it uses every square foot to its advantage and uses the windows and the tall ceilings (12-14 feet in most places,) to make the space feel HUGE.

It's so huge, that we aren't able to fully furnish this house. We are pretty positive that we will only be in this house for a year for a number of reasons, and we are okay with that. But, keeping that in mind, we don't want to invest the money for furnishings and decorations in two of the rooms that we are fairly certain we won't have in our next home.

And that brings you to the first room you see when you walk in our front door: The living room!

It's a circular room which we (dorkily) call "The Rotunda" or the front room. But really it's a formal living room space.

Or, honestly, it could be called the "orphaned furniture," room.



We weren't able to sell our couch and book shelf from our last apartment so it made the move with us. We weren't sure what we were going to do with them, but they fill the space nicely and give a little purpose to the room.

The four curtains cover three giant windows and help keep out alot of heat right now. They are usually all closed, for cooling purposes and for privacy purposes. Because honestly, our neighbor kids would be found with their faces pressed against the window watching what the "strange Americans," are doing, if we didn't have the windows covered. I'm hoping that we can start leaving them oopen more often because the sunlight is beautiful!

The far left corner of the curtain wire is broken but we have to borrow a ladder before we can fix it- until then it works just fine and Grace loves playing hide and seek in the curtains!

Our book case is my favorite piece in this room. I didn't really want it to sell and am glad it didn't! In this book case, I specifically put "conversation pieces." Our framed wedding invitation, travel books, photo albums, and souvenirs from our world travels. There is a framed picture of a beloved little boy, but I really want to use that frame with an antiqued map of the UAE (where we live now.)

Opposite of the couch is our staircase, leading up to the second floor (duh.) Underneath of the stair case is this amazing storage space. If I had the time and resources I would hang a fun, angled curtain and make it into a play area for Grace. Like I said, I don't think we'll still be in this house for her to fully enjoy it so it's not on the top of my to-do list right now, and instead holds some odd items that we are using alot as we move in, like tools and arts and crafts things. Those will all be moved to a closet within a month or two though. Grace's outside toys will be stored here, for easy access when we go outside.

That's it for this time. This room doesn't have alot in it but it actually gets used every day- Ian likes to nap on this couch and Grace likes to ride her little car in this room or play on the couch or in the curtains! I'm glad we didn't sink alot of money into this space but I'm also glad it's not sitting empty and unused!

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Casualty of Moving


 We are three weeks out from our move and everything has been packed and put away for almost two weeks now. I'm pleased to say that we really only had one "casualty" of our move. Three of my glasses were cracked and broken.

That's it!

That's pretty impressive considering we packed everything we owned back in May of 2009 and put it into storage. Then, in January of 2010, a moving company came and picked it up and moved it to a crate. Only, they couldn't fit everything in our box, so they opened our boxes and moved things all around, leaving some things not even in boxes! Our household goods sat in a warehouse for over 2 years, then, just two months ago, in May of 2012, the crate was loaded onto a truck, driven to and unloaded onto a cargo ship, and sailed across the Atlantic Ocean. Then, when the ship docked in Abu Dhabi, it was unloaded, x-rayed and put through other customs procedures, then loaded onto a truck and driven to our new home. There it was unloaded into our house!

Quite the journey and incredible to think that only 3 little glasses got broken! We're so thankful that none of our things had mold or insects!

Grace is pretty impressed as well! She loves "helping," us clean and can often be found with a rag in hand, rubbing doors or furniture down! She also learned the sing for food or eat, and spends most of her time running to the fridge, signing for food, and nodding her little head and saying a cute high pitched "yeah!" or affirmative "mmm-hmm!"

She loves taking her baby, bunny, and bear from room to room, moving them onto and off of the couch, stairs, or rug.


 As for the unmentioned casualty of  this move....my sanity.....

Things are going good. I had a small melt down today, after several hours of unsuccessfully trying to recover our new (to us) dining room chairs. We had been unable to find a staple gun and so I had finished one seat with just some tacks and a hammer but it too almost 3 hours and was a big pain. Ian finally told me to stop, that we would find a staple gun somewhere!

Then, he served me a piece of chocolate cake. Because my husband loves me. And he especially loves for his very pregnant wife not to completely fall apart.

Friday, August 3, 2012

The Realities of Moving


I have alot to say about the moving process but I thought I would begin by giving you a little glimpse into what the realities of moving look like. I would hate to think that in the weeks that follow, as I complete rooms and share them, someone would think that I had it all together and was a master organizer (ha!) or brilliant cleaner (ha ha!) Instead, it's taken alot of focus and hard work as Ian and I try to get the house into shape.

And it has been with it's disastrous occasions as well, as is well documented in the following pictures:


A view of what will be Sophia's room. I couldn't figure out what to do with all of this stuff for almost 3 weeks. I kept walking around in circles, not having a place to put anything, just dumping it back on the ground for Grace to take apart! Ian came in one morning and had it all organized and condensed in 20 minutes.

Of course.


Our downstairs living room is where ALL of the boxes were placed, so we worked at pulling them, one by one, into the appropriate room. For the better part of the week, I couldn't even enter this room, just pull a box out from the front or have Ian take it to the room that I needed it in!

There was also a gecko loose in this room at some point.

I told Grace not to eat it and just moved on.


Our kitchen. Oh, our kitchen. Actually, I'm rather proud of the fact that once I got over my fear of tackling such a big project, it only took two sessions of unpacking to get this room all unpacked and organized. That might have something to do with the fact that I had sketched out a diagram of all of the cabinets and labeled what was to go in them weeks before we actually moved.

And yes, thank you, I am Type-A in case you were wondering.

What is not pictured?

Oh, that would be Grace.

Eating a raisin.

Which was actually a beetle.

Four points for being and awesome mom.

(At least my kitchen was getting unpacked!)

(Right?)

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Back!

After two weeks without internet, I am finally stepping back into the connected world! We moved on July 17th to a new country, city, and home and have spent the better part of the first week just wading through boxes. About the one week mark we were done with boxes and down to the nitty gritty details of organizing and then cleaning the house again. In perfect timing, our water pump went out, which meant five days of no shower (say it with me, EWwwww) and having to fill the toilet tank manually with bottled drinking water.

Awesome.

No house cleaning or laundry could take place either. Finally though, they figured out a temporary solution while the pump part is ordered.

And really, that temporary solution is that an Egyptian man comes to our house every three days, plugs our pump into an inside electrical outlet, and fills our outside water tank. But, you know, I can shower and clean so I am not complaining.

Our internet took forever to get set up, but we really didn't miss it until about day ten. We were so busy we didn't have time to even think about checking emails or reading blogs. My biggest concern was that I knew I had scheduled a post but hadn't finished writing it. Sorry to all of you who saw that blunder.

The house is beautiful and we are in love with our new home. I've said it to many people, but our apartment in our old town never felt like home to me. It was temporary, someone had picked it out for us, and it just didn't feel like "us."

This house has tons of natural light, room for Grace to move around, and great neighbors.

Did I mention the neighbors? At our last apartment, our building sat vacant, except for us, for over a year, then when we finally got neighbors they could not speak English or Arabic, so, there wasn't much of a community atmosphere. Here though we are surrounded by locals and they all have kids and all four of us women are pregnant!

Grace is loving our new home. Before we moved she was really whiney in our house. She didn't want to play. Really, she didn't know what she wanted. Apparently she just wanted a little more space and sun light, because Grace is a different child. She laughs and babbles all day long and is so content to play by herself or walk around the house bringing toy to different rooms!

We spent most of week two putting up curtains on our eleven windows and exploring the different grocery stores within driving distance. It's so nice to have choices! My grocery budget is definitely taking a hit though, since all of the stores have imported items from the States. I displayed excellent self control the other day when I walked away from chocolate chip cookie dough.....

Though I wish I hadn't. Yum, that sounds good.

Speaking of cookies, we finally got a stove, and it's Electric! No more gas powered stove for this woman! I know all of the great chefs love their gas burning ovens but I was not a fan. It's dangerous (about once a week I hear tales of a gas explosion on the news) and it can leave black "smoke" marks all over your kitchen! I made my first batch of cookies in our new oven and they came out perfectly, as opposed to the char grilled baked goods that my other oven always produced.

I can't wait to share pictures of the unpacked, furnished, and decorated house with you, but for now, we are in that awkward phase where not one room is actually finished yet! Each room still needs a rug, wall art, or furniture, but hopefully we'll start completing a room or two soon!



Thursday, July 19, 2012

House Tour: The Before


 We've moved! On Tuesday morning, we loaded up the car and left our old home for the last time! We made a quick stop by the utilities company to make sure we were all paid up, then stopped by the landlord's office to give him the key, then headed out from our small, village like, desert town.











Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Tuesday Tidbits

Can I do a "What I'm Loving TUESDAY?" because that is more what this is like....

I'm loving:

Our fourth of July family picture, even if I couldn't get Grace to stop eating her finger and I had to stand on a step that was two steps higher than Ian's, just so our heads would be near each other!

I'm loving the fact that....

Today is moving day!! By the time that most of you (in the States) are reading this, we'll be in our new house, happily (God willing,) unpacking our new home.

Buh-Bye Termites....

(this is what the daily aftermath looks like, after they swarm. I really hate them.)

I'm loving.....

My baby girl and the fact that she can now wear "big girl" pajamas! Since she's walking so much now, and since our new house is all tile and we don't have area rugs yet, I've switched her to non footie pajamas- it's safer this way. She made the switch pretty easily. I was worried because she has slept and napped in footie pajamas ONLY for the past 15 months.


I'm also loving....

My girl's love for shoes! She brings them to me and has me put them on her all the time. She always says "bye bye!" once they are on.



I love that I could crop out the packing extravaganza that is/was our apartment. Did I mention that we only have used one box in this move? That I've been packing our stuff in suitcases, reusable shopping bags, and plastic grocery bags? Yes. It's true. But it is what works for us!


I'm loving....

My CamelBak water bottle! I've always been a sucker for a new cup/water bottle to get me drinking more water, so when my friend said a local store had these in stock, I bought one for me (pink, duh,) one for Ian (black, for his Georgia Bulldogs love,) and one for Grace (pink with zinnias all over it!)

Love, love, love!
Source

I'm loving....

That we were able to sell this necklace:


Did I ever tell you the story of this necklace? No? Here's the brief version:

In 2007, Ian was home for New Years from his internship in Amman, Jordan. He brought me a dating anniversary gift. A silver name necklace in Arabic with a heart around it. Truthfully, I didn't like it at first, but it grew on me, and then after that, I never took it off, EVER!

I lost it sometime in 2010, I think, and was heartbroken over it. I kept telling Ian that he should fly to Jordan and get another one made.

Well, in June of 2011, he surprised me with a similar, but very different version of the necklace.

First of all, it was gold.

Yellow gold.

I am not a yellow gold kind of girl.

And secondly, it was, umm, tacky.

I'm not sure if it was the yellow gold or the size or style of the font, but it was very gawdy.

I loved Ian for finding a way to get one made here and thanked him. I didn't have a yellow gold chain though so I couldn't wear it. For six months I didn't wear it.

Or mention it.

Or look at it.

Finally, my guilt overcame me and I had to tell my husband the truth. I very gently told him that I loved the gesture but yellow gold wasn't for me.

I think his reaction was to shrug his shoulders and say "okay!" He then remembered the countless times I had told him about how much I hate yellow gold and that is even why both of our wedding bands are white gold.

It took him a couple of months before he had the time, but he was finally able to take it back to a jewelers and sell it! Now we are that much richer and that less guilty of keeping a marital secret.

Lesson learned:

Make sure your husband knows what color gold you prefer. Perhaps write it on a card and tape it to his car window.

Because obviously he buys gold that often.

And that's "What I'm loving," today.

Or, you know...Tuesday Tidbits.

Whatever.



Saturday, July 7, 2012

Survival

We have nine days left until our move and we have officially entered into "survival mode."

We work ourselves to the bone every day and collapse into bed, exhausted.

But it's that great kind of exhausted, the one where you know there is light at the end of the tunnel and that good changes are about to happen!

Our window unit AC started dripping about a week ago. Drip, Drip, Drip, all night long.

So we put a towel under it and hoped for the best. But that dripping sound continued, even with it dripping onto a towel.

So we got inventive and stuck a sheet in the corner of the AC unit so that the water would move down the sheet and just be absorbed by the towel.

It worked for a couple of days and then the humidity happened. Living in the desert, we aren't much used to any humidity, and our has been 70-85% lately! Shocking, really, since we've lived here for 2 years and haven't seen that happen. Well, the humidity made the drip turn into a constant gush of water.

Gush, Gush, Gush.

And wouldn't you know it? I had already packed and moved all of my extra linens and towels. So we used the few that we still had here to absorb that gushing flow. And I still didn't want to call a repairman. Because we only had 2 weeks left, and I didn't want to pay for a repair that we'd only be able to use for 2 weeks.

Even if an AC repairman here only costs 12 dollars. I'm so serious.

So we lose sleep, and mop up lots of water on the floor, and change buckets out periodically so that we aren't under water.

Oh, and Ian and I have to use Grace's baby towels when we shower. I use the Winnie-the-Pooh hooded towel and Ian has a nice pink butterfly hooded towel.

It's a really special time in our lives.

I finally broke down today and asked to get the repairman here. Less than 8 hours later and our AC is fixed, blowing cold air again, with no water features.

Another happening around our household is our insect issue. Remember when I said I found a termite tunnel in a door frame? Remember how nonchalant I was about it?

Remember how no one bothered to mention that termites SWARM at night and can FLY?!

Yeah.

I remember.

So one night last week, I was sitting at my computer when a bug hit me in the face and fell on the floor. I asked Ian to clean it up (really, it was more like "GET HIM! Kill HIM!") and went back to my computer. Something caught my eye and I noticed another bug on the wall. I pointed it out to Ian and he dutifully went about taking care of it.

While he was cleaning up the bugs, my eyes got bigger as I noticed four more bugs on the other wall. I surveyed the room and I saw that they were multiplying, and quickly.

All of this took place in less than a minute.

We had about 30 flying bugs in the room and I was in a pregnancy/woman induced hysterical breakdown over the bugs and we had the presence of mind to realize they were
1.) attracted to the light
2.) coming from the front room

So we quickly shut the door to that room and cleaned up the mess.

And by "we," I totally mean Ian, because I was the one sobbing at the computer, googling "termite swarm."

Luckily, no more got through to us, and in the morning there was a pile of about 500 dead bugs right by there tunnel.

I was traumatized, to say the least.

Apparently the termites that have wings swarm for several nights, trying to find their mate. They only have 5-15 minutes to mate and get back into their tunnel before their wings fall off and they die. They can't bite or eat anything, so they are harmless (physically, though I may be emotionally scarred for awhile.)

So every night we close up the front room and every morning, Ian goes in an vacuums up the mess. The first night was the worse and there haven't been as many since then.

I should probably call someone or let the landlord know, but, again. 9 days left in this house guys. And the house is entirely cinder block, except for the door frames.

(anyone seeing a pattern about me not wanting to address issues because we only have so many days left here? Because I am.)

And the cherry on top of my "I'm moving, I don't have to take care of it," denial has to do with our kitchen. Our oven/stove is gas powered, and every 6 months or so we have to replace the gas tank. It costs less than 6 dollars, but is a pain in the butt to replace.

The last time we replaced ours was in February.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Yes. Our gas tank is running out/ already out.

And yes. I have so much on my plate that I really don't want to mess with getting it replaced. SO, what does any sane person do?

Say "No more cooking until after we move!" That's what!

Plus, that gives me a chance to pack up the kitchen even earlier!

We're having to get a little creative with our meals (cereal, meals that can be made with hot water, microwaved things,) but we are cleaning out our cabinets, so that's nice!

Like I said, we've entered into "survival mode." but it's a good thing, because in less than two weeks we will be on our way to our new home! We figure, we might as well have a few laughs along the way. Even if it means laughing at ourselves :)

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Oh, You Know

I just spent 20 minutes looking up what week in my pregnancy I was. Because, you know, I had forgotten. And when one website tole me I was less than one week away from entering my 3rd trimester (28 weeks,) I freaked out and didn't think that was possible. Then I found another one that told me I was 25 weeks, which sounds more likely. I think I'll go with that one.

I really wonder what those Due Date Calculators were thinking when I entered my last known menstrual cycle date. "Uhh, if you don't know you are pregnant now.....you probably have a problem!"

Things are a little crazy around here right now.

A good type of crazy though. Busy with laughter and family time. Car trips and border crossings. Lots and LOTS of class time. There are also alot of naps and emotional breakdowns on my part, but that's par for the course right now seeing as we are knee deep in the middle of a summer term of language study, an international move, and (apparently,) I am 25 weeks pregnant.

Grace is changing and learning every day. I'm loving seeing her language start to grow. We are expecting some slight language delays with her because she is in two languages every day (English and Arabic.) She is amazing and brings us so much joy.

Our house got approved and we have the keys and contract to prove it! Ian has made several trips out there already and will go this week to make sure the house is clean and ready for our things, because, get this, OUR CRATE IS IN! We got a call earlier this week that our crate with all of our household goods, which we haven't seen in three years, is in the port! Ian just has to go another day, pay for delivery, and lead the movers to our house and then it's done!

(besides all of the unpacking, cleaning, and organizing, but you know....)

I'm a little split brained right now, because I am here, living and studying, but our new home is there, where I can't get to very easily, is hot, not cleaned, and involves an exhausting day all around. Yesterday I cried because I wanted to mop our house and Ian told me to go for it- but he didn't realize I meant our other house, in another country, ha!

We're trying to soak up every last minute with our best friends here before they move next week. It's a total bummer to our summer and we (read, I) am having a hard time with it. I'm always sentimental so it's hard to have so many lasts and first all at the same time. We had a road trip with them the other day to show them our new house, then split up to as the wives with the kids, and the husbands to go out to eat and drive home together. It was a great day and I'm so glad that we got to share our new home with our "family" over here.

Sleep has eluded me once again (hello, 5 am!) and I think it's time for me to curl up on the couch with some breakfast and Gilmore Girls, beckoning rest to come my way.

Friday, June 22, 2012

The Post that Almost Wasn't

Sometimes it seems as if the days are all flowing together into an endless stream of meetings, classes, and activities. The funny thing that gets me is that I have sat down to type this out at least five times, but I get so overwhelmed and feel so tired that I simply close my laptop and go to bed.

Last Thursday was our last day of language school. We completed a two year long program that studies Arabic full time. It was exhausting, frustrating, and, ultimately, very rewarding. The finality of the end of term was a little surreal, but also a little anticlimactic. All of our classmates scattered to the four corners of the world (wow, literally. The US, Germany, South Africa, and China,) while we remained here, doing our normal thing. I'm still going to class every day, but it's not the normal program, so it feels different. 

Amidst the joy of finishing the program, that very weekend we spent three agonizing long days in the car. We drove to Abu Dhabi to house hunt first thing in the morning, only to find out that no one would show us houses until after the siesta time, around 5 pm at night. We were unable to check into our hotel until 3 pm, so we ended up driving around, scouting out neighborhoods and houses on our own for 6 hours or so.

We checked into the hotel, took a nap, then met up with a realtor at 5. Realtor should be used loosely, because in this case, it was a man who knows a neighborhood really well. He would drive us to a house that was for rent, and on the way there, he would be furiously making phone calls in order to find someone who knew someplace else that was for rent and then he would take us to that one. And on and on and on.

We saw nearly 10 places that first night, and hunted until 10 pm. Many of the places weren't really an option. We were looking for a 3 bedroom with a family room but our guy kept taking us to 2 bedroom places and saying he family room could be a bedroom and that the hallway could act as the family room. Two of the apartments were still under construction and they were really whole houses that would be parceled up into apartments. We would try to envision where we would put walls and such, but seeing as we need a place in a couple of weeks to be ready, those weren't options.

That first night we found 2 homes that would work, and we were really excited about them and their locations. House #1 seemed PERFECT and I could envision every detail of how I would decorate it. House #2 was huge, but we would have a nice little community around us. I was over the moon with excitement that we had found anything!

We slept in, ate breakfast at the hotel, went for a swim, took a nap, and headed out at 5 again to see more places. Grace was a peach during all of this time. I pretty much just handed her food in her car seat the entire time to keep her happy. She learned to say "Thank you," after each pretzel stick!

The second night we looked in a different area of town with a different "realtor." We found one town home that could really work but the location was questionable and one large apartment that we loved but was outside of our budget. We saw another 10 places that night.

My prayer all weekend was that God would close the door to houses that He did not want us in and that He would lead us by the hand over the threshold into the house and neighborhood that we were supposed to live in.

The third day we woke up, I took Grace to the pool (my poor, pale skinned husband had gotten slightly burnt the day before,) and then met up with one of Ian's supervisors. Since his company is paying for his (our) housing, they have to approve of the house and make sure it is within budget and such. We met up with our first "realtor" only to find out house #1 had been rented the night before. I surprised myself by being remarkably calm with that bad news, reminding myself that God was closing doors and for a reason that He understood. That really only left us with one option and we were sure it was going to be too big and too expensive!

Surprisingly, it wasn't! We got the first round of approval and I walked out of there in a daze. Ian paid the realtor a deposit to take it off of the market temporarily, and we drove home. We sent out an email to another supervisor for the ultimate approval waited nervously. If this was turned down we would have to do another long, tiring weekend in the car again! Just 24 hours later we got our response- yes! Was this us being led over the threshold into a new home?

Ian called the realtor and had to jump through 24 hours of nerve racking hoops. It turns out that the owner had mortgaged the four villas he rents out because he had gotten behind on payments. The bank had to approve the bartered down price and then wanted the entire year of rent at once, half in cash, half in a post dated check. Cash is no problem, because Ian's work could get that for him, but check would be an issue since we did not have an in country bank account with a physical check book.

God's hand was on us once again, and it all was smoothed over and worked out. The very next day, Ian traveled back to Abu Dhabi, signed a contract, and paid our rent.

I am so excited but also so grateful for the peace that God gave me during this time of waiting. I did not become attached to a home and then upset when the option was taken away, which could only be from God, because I am such a planner, dreamer, and designer!

We have a couple more weeks left here until we get to move, but the home is ours, and we can start taking car loads of our things over at a time. It's quite the drive but Ian doesn't have school and already has his visa so he can get there much easier and cheaper than I can. No pictures yet, but I hope to send my camera with Ian sometime this week and share where we will live next! And, as I said, I've already dreamed and designed the entire house! I can't wait to get started!

AND (as if that isn't good news enough,) our crate from the USA arrives in just one or two weeks! This has all of our household goods that we packed up and stored over THREE YEARS AGO! I honestly don't remember everything that is in there. Please just imagine the excitement it will be to have matching plates and silverware that doesn't bend when you use it! And our books! Oh our books. It's going to be like Christmas in July for the Galloway household!

 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Counting Down

It's no secret that we have a lot of big changes in our lives coming up. I have a perpetual countdown calendar going in my head for about 10 major events, some of which are...

58 days until...
We finish language school!

60 days until...
source

We can begin moving into our new home in Abu Dhabi!

90 days until....
source

I finish my summer term of part time language learning and am officially done with 2 years of concentrated Arabic language learning!

91 days until...
We say goodbye, leave this home behind, and move completely to Abu Dhabi!

173 days until...
We welcome our newest addition!

Baby Galloway #2 is expected around October 7th, 2012!
We couldn't be more excited for this little blessing!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

House Hunting

Alternatively titled: What Were We Thinking?

Alternatively titled: We Are Out of Our Ever Living Minds.

It is now the end of November (in case you were unaware,) and we do not get to move until after June 14th, 2012. But for some reason, we thought it would be a grand idea to use this Saturday to go scope out our future city.

Ian's boss invited us out and planned the day around a lunchtime meeting and then going to view several different areas of town, to see what we would be most interested in later on. His wife is 9 months pregnant and they are going to be in the States come moving day so I suppose it is a good idea to lay the ground work for this move now.

We arrived in the city with only two minor glitches.

Glitch #1- Our in town border post (the police station) was closed today because the country finally decided to celebrate their National Day. Their National Day WAS on the 18th, but the people don't celebrate/have off from work until a different time (usually after the 18th.) Every year it is different, but usually the king will announce when the celebration days are in the newspaper a couple of days before hand and then every one will just have off.

So yeah, we had to add an hour to our drive time and go to the far away border post.

Glitch #2- We got lost. And I say we loosely, because only one of us was driving. hmph.

I may have told my husband that we're buying him a GPS.

Maybe that wasn't the most festive thing to say.

But we arrived and had our meeting and piled back into the car and headed for lunch at Ikea. Because that's what we like to do.

And also, it is cheap.

While we were there, Ian's boss told him a friend had called him the day before. A friend he hadn't heard from in a year. The friend told him that his brother had a brand new villa (fancy word for condo or house) that he wanted to rent out, and would he happen to know anyone who was in the market?

Why yes, I suppose he DOES know someone in the market!

Us!

We're in the market for a house, in case you are lost in my storytelling skills.

So he drives over to Ikea, picks us up and takes us to the brand new (read: construction schmutz everywhere) house. My mouth is just hanging as we get out. It's gorgeous. It's right by the ocean. Did I mention it was gorgeous.

"We're never going to afford this," I whisper as we step inside.

"And it's definitely too big!"

Too big, you ask. Yes, too big. You see, much like the army used to have, Ian's company has square footage maximum's in order to have equal housing for all of its employees all over the world. So, even though your dollar can get you more here than in say, London, you aren't allowed to have a giant mansion because that's not fair.

So, we step in through the door into a massive walled in patio. The house is in a giant U shape around the patio with a wall closing in the top of the U. We walk to a sliding glass door in the middle of the U and enter the house. The two local men who are showing us the house keep switching between Arabic and English and I tune them out. I look at what could possibly be my future home.

Windows everywhere, light streaming in.

Mental note: Thankful that power bill is included in rent. The AC it would take to cool this place!!!

Before me, a large family room, with sliding wooden doors to close off the room.

To the right, a bedroom, living room, bathroom, and front door. We're told that this area would be partitioned off and used by the owner of the house. My first glimmer of hope, the square footage might be within the limits!

On the left side of the U, a gorgeous kitchen with (fake) wood cabinets and tons of drawers. A dishwasher space is built in. Miracle of all miracles! Off of the kitchen is a small room with a washing machine hook up and a sink, and off of that room is what should be the maid's quarters but would be a laundry room/pantry for us.

Continuing down the hallway, a large room opens up with windows lining one side of the wall. It would be our dining room on one side and perhaps some of our books and a cozy chair on the other.

Further down, a bedroom and a bathroom. This would be Ian's study. Lovely.

Upstairs, two smaller bedroom lie in the middle of the U along with a balcony. Both bedrooms have a bathroom en-suite and the wardrobes are already built in.

On the right of the U is the master bedroom and bath, with a nice walk in shower. Not a ton of natural light in this room though.

On the left side of the U is another larger bedroom and bath, with a wall of windows. I think this would be our master and we could "close off," the other one to be under the square footage allowance. This room also has a patio but I forgot to go out there.

The downstairs patio, in the middle of the U is HUGE. You could have a large swimming pool and deck down there, but we would probably have them put pavers down so we could have a grill and patio set, along with play area for Grace.

Ian's boss talks with his friend, explains that we don't need to move in until June/July. He also asks for the price.

His friend says that it would be okay to hold it until June/July, but that he would need the year's rent in January to hold it (it's customary here to pay for a year's rent at the start of the year.) Ian's boss isn't sure that the company will front all of that money so early. They talk price and I stand in the patio willing myself not to picture us living there.

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.

They get the price down to within our budget.

We get in the car, make promises to call them, and head out.

My head spins. I want this house! It's so beautiful, with windows, and space to breathe!

But no, now we wait. The company has to be informed and they have to tell us what their policy is, whether they would pay for the year 6 months early. My gut is "No," but my heart keeps saying "It was such a God thing- this friend calling for the first time in a year the day before we were coming house hunting!"

Now we wait.

We did look at some other areas. One was an absolute winner- a 3 bedroom plus a study town home with outdoor space and lots of light. Within our budget and in a great neighborhood with a gym, playground, pool, etc. Definitely a fall back..

The other neighborhood. Well, let's just say I told Ian's boss it looked like a war zone.

And I wasn't kidding.

We left soon afterward, ha!

And now, we wait. We have tons of time so we are in no rush. But what was I thinking?! I'm such a dreamer and planner- my heart already wants to decorate and furnish this house into a home!

7 months, 7 months, 7 months.

I must keep myself grounded here for 7 more months.

Oh boy.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Our New Home in the Desert

We're Home!!!!!!

And before I type anything else, I want you to know that it took me 7 hours to load these photos. That's how much I love all of you friends and family back stateside who were asking to see pictures of the new home. 7 hours. Let that sink in a little bit.

Yes, as I am in the throes of jet lag, worse than I've ever had before, I would just load one picture and doze while it loaded, all the while thinking "Calgon, take me away." I know, I know, I shouldn't let myself nap to get over jet lag. However, I have my own philosophy about this strange thing, and that includes letting myself sleep whenever I want. I figure, eventually, my body will be so well rested it will actually stay awake for hours on end, right? Here's to hoping that it wants to stay awake in the day, and not the night!

Alright, so we flew in at 1 am Friday morning, slept until 1 at our boss' house, hung out with them all day and saw Abu Dhabi and had a good laugh driving back to their house that night. Why? Well, when they told us the plans for the next day, it included picking up our car from the guy who arranged it. Usually that would be just peachy keen, but this particular car was Manual. Ian and I exchanged sideways glances and laughed until we almost cried. Somehow, in our upbringing, we were never taught how to drive stick shift.

Oh well, we'll learn!

And learn Ian did, that very next morning. Saturday, he and our boss woke up and headed outside for some manual driving lessons. At the end of an hour he had a pretty good handle on it but was still nervous about it.

By noon, we piled into the car with all of our luggage and took off for Dubai, where our car and apartment keys were waiting for us.

By six pm, on Saturday, we were on the road again to our new home. We saw camels and rolling sand dunes. We saw dusty skies and green oases (did you know it's one oasis, two oases? I didn't, until now!)

By nine pm, we had made it through the border crossing and were walking through the door to our new home, at least for the next two years.

I have to tell you, it was a little rough. And by was, I mean it still is.

But when we first walked in, whew, let me tell you.

It was hot.
The air was thick.
And it was dirty.
No, really, it was dirty.

As in, the desert had come into our home.

Piles of sand were around the windows and doors and a thin layer of dusty sand covered every. single. surface of that home.

I was a brave soldier, however, and didn't shed a tear, which was really impressive. Instead, I got to work vacuuming up the absurd piles of sand and wiping down the bedroom walls and furniture so that we'd have somewhere to sleep.

All the while, Ian was out with our boss trying to get things settled, such as internet, cell phones, electricity, yada yada yada.

Did I mention our boss was having to go away on a business trip for 10 days? Yeah, hence the urgency.

So, after a good mop the house looked a lot more approachable, and I finally decided to take the "Before," pictures. So, here you go, and please, keep in mind these are the "before," and we haven't unpacked or decorated anything yet.

As you walk in the front door, to your right is the Magiless. I'm not really sure how to spell that. The Magiless is the formal living room that acts as a reception area for your guests. More than likely, in this very formal society, your guests will never go beyond this first room.
Yes, it's blue. With giant blue/gold/white tiles. Awesome. Also, you'll see a running strip of "wallpaper," which is really just contact paper. Props to the decorator on a budget.

The Magiless has its own AC, and its own bathroom (with a shower and two sinks,) so that guests would not intrude on the "private," parts of your house.

If you didn't turn right into the Magiless, and instead went straight, you'd see this, an awesome blue hallway.
Which leads into our actual family room. It has a big wooden door, like you would see on a front door, that closes it off from the Magiless and the front door. Awesome for when I'm chilling in the house and Ian has male visitors over.

More of the family room. You can see where we ripped off the contact paper/ wall paper in preparation for the painter that was coming the next day. Yes, the blue was just not going to cut it for 2 years.
Looking back through the family room towards the front door, you can see my sweet husband getting rid of the wall paper! Also, you can see our internet modem on the left, and potential AC plug in box (the white one,) on the right.

If you continued through the family room you'd come to this arched door way, which leads to the rest of the quarters of the house.

To the right, through the archway, is the kitchen. I was prepared for this room, because I knew most other countries don't quite place a high importance on the aesthetics of the kitchen. This place is no exception.
Water heater above the metal cabinets, which we keep turned off. After all, the water coming in from outside on the "cold," switch is hot already due to the heat of the great outdoors.

We're still in the middle of sorting through kitchen supplies that were left for us, and are stocking up our pantry, slowly but surely.

Below, you can see our fridge, stove, and "washing machine." The gas stove was new for me, and I dealt with it. And the tiny fridge was just a minor adjustment. However, that "washing machine," which you have to pour the water into yourself, then transfer the clothes from the "shake," to the "spin," tub, is just a little too much. Did I mention that you then have to drain the water from the machine into a drain in the middle of the kitchen floor? Yes. It's true.

And it's also true that we'll be dropping money on a new one. If we can. If we have the correct hook up for a new, modern one.

If not, I will learn.
Or, maybe we'll just take them to a laundry mat.

Coming out of the kitchen, you can see the archway to the family room on your left, and the three other doors, left to right, master bedroom, guest bedroom, and bathroom.

This is the bathroom. I'm having, um, issues with this space. Ignore the atrocious clashing of the brown and tan sink/toilet/tile with the black and white shower curtain. Apparently Ian couldn't find a clear or white shower curtain liner, so he picked one that he thought was "most me." He's probably right. In a plain, white bathroom I would love this one!

Yes, the back of our toilet is a giant shell.
No, I don't have an explanation.
Yes, that is a badae.
No, we don't use it.

It takes up a lot of space, so a new friend suggested we use it as a foot bath. Or fill it with rocks or shells. Or store extra towels in it, ha!

The master bedroom, also blue has some awesome blue furniture. ha! Below, you can see the view looking in the doorway. Our wardrobe has three compartments, which is useful for a his/hers/and dirty clothes.
To the right, you can see our AC unit, and our first King size bed. Sans bedding. It was a little warm the first few nights. Now, however, the AC has cooled off the concrete enough that it doesn't get sweltering anymore!

Looking back towards the door is this, um, vanity thing. I would have loved it when I was seven. Now, it's just a dresser that is lacking some drawers. ha!

And finally, our guest bedroom. It has the super powered AC and we love it in there. So much so that we moved our dining room table in there to stay cool at.

It also has a twin sized bed and is the catch all for some weird items. Like a drying rack. and a printer.

The view back out of the room.

Well, that's it! It's rough right now (uh, our water was turned off,) but it's home, so we're making do and being happy. Hopefully in a week or so, we'll have a room or two done, or at least almost done. We are getting it painted as I type this and we'll be making a run to Ikea at the end of the week!