© 2017 by dani de souza

our first year in singapore

July 3, 2018

The last time I published a blog post was almost exactly a year ago. 

I took a break, I needed it. I needed to stop and just catch up. I needed the water to settle. I needed to process. 

 

This past year has been such a whirlwind. So much has happened and changed that I’m not even sure that I’ll ever find time to share it all.

Moving to Singapore last July, with our tiny chubby little Georgia Luna who was only 6 months old, has been an incredible journey of growth. 

Everything was new. New people and friends, and food and shops, roads and smells, weather and transport. New can be exhilarating but it can also be scary and exhausting.

 

We stepped off the plane and Warren went straight to work. I remember watching him walk out the door of our tiny bachelor apartment, looking down at my little baby who was sucking on her toes, and laughing at the scene. Am I really here? What am I supposed to do now? Is someone going to come help me do this? Where is the parent in this situation? I spent the first few weeks exploring the city with my little moon bug, without a cellphone and only my bad sense of direction to guide me. I wandered the streets, and sat in the parks, and browsed the shops. I got horribly lost, baby strapped to my chest, drinking decaf soy lattes while it poured with rain because I could never remember to pack an umbrella. We moved to 3 different apartments in the first 2 months, living out of our 3 suitcases, and some how we just took it in our stride. I actually can’t believe how happy we were considering how little sleep we were getting… Georgia Luna was waking up every hour on the hour for the first few weeks. Jeepers, I shudder at the thought. 

 

Anyway, we moved into our lovely apartment on the tenth floor (yes, TEN, floor number 10) , our furniture arrived and we immersed ourselves in our new island city. I walk our neighborhood flat, sweat dripping down my back, toddler on the hip, usually pushing a pram full of groceries. We spend our weekends in the beautiful botanic gardens, coffee shops, restaurants (this deserves its own post!), and almost always swim in our pool.  In the week I hang out with Georgie pop. We go to play groups and swimming lessons and have play dates with her tiny friends. We meet new people weekly, and sadly say goodbye to friends almost just as often. There are tough times, my goodness that’s for sure, my tears have become a norm in our house. But most of the time we are blissfully happy in our little bubble. 

 

The 3 of us have each other to ourselves, which has been the hardest and best thing. Hard because we desperately miss the support of family and friends, hard because it breaks my heart that everyone is watching my baby girl grow up through their cellphone screens, hard because there is something about having a history with someone that makes being with them so easy and comfortable, and hard because we have become everything to each other. But, it also means that we get to spend so much time together and we’ve actually become quite selfish about it. We don’t have loads of social responsibilities and we get to just lap up the time we have as a family. We’ve really become so close as a little unit and have redefined what family is and what really matters in life. 

 

Things are settling now as we find our feet on this little island, and I can’t wait to share more about our life here. If you have any questions please send me a message, or comment somewhere so that I’m sure to answer all your questions in my next post!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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