Sunday, March 14, 2010

Delivery, please!

So after waiting almost four weeks for a package to be delivered, we went to the downtown post office in hopes to find it. As we walked to the office, I couldn't help but laugh at the mail truck sitting in the middle of the courtyard. Maybe there was a reason for the delay.

Turns out it was at another post office, but might be an explanation, even if in my imagination.


Monday, March 1, 2010

Semi-New Year's Resolutions

I have to be honest, I've never been one for New Year's resolutions. I know myself well enough to anticipate the disappointment because of my inattention to detail, follow through...or just plain discipline. Yet starting your life in a new city, job or situation can often alter those preexisting assumptions. When I moved here, just six weeks ago, my resolutions started small--little things like "I will attempt to drive today. I will try a new recipe. I will go to the store." However, after two weeks of living here, my non-existent New Year's resolution turned into a February resolution--"I will look at my day to day life here as an adventure." It's for that exact reason that I even started to share these stories, because I realized that my perspective changed from viewing some tasks as menial and now they have a story to tell.

However, as March rolls around, I identify once again that I can't keep a resolution. Many people have needed to remind me of the adventure, that I have this great opportunity to start completely fresh, "The world is your oyster!" What does that even mean? I suppose now is better than any time to examine that question. What better time to reexamine my life then when I've recently married, moved to a new city, a new country, a new language...leaving everything familiar behind? Yet here I am with "the world as my oyster"--with unlimited choices, options, decisions and what do I do with them? Complain? Mourn the loss of what once was? Search for what I don't have or what I'm missing out on? Where is the gain in that? In turn, not only do I miss the adventure in the little things, I miss everything that surrounds me...including the oyster.

As I reflected on this topic, I researched oysters on Wikipedia, which states: "In nature, pearl oysters produce natural pearls by covering a minute invading parasite with nacre, not by ingesting a grain of sand. Over the years, the irritating object is covered with enough layers of nacre to form what is known as a pearl. There are many different types, colours and shapes of pearl; these qualities depend on the natural pigment of the nacre, and the shape of the original irritants."

According to this definition, the time in journey is a NATURAL process. In turn, I have to expect there to be invasions of distractions, difficulties and dirt along the way. And just as the pearl develops, I too need to realize that it takes years to work through the layers! In the end, the result will look different for each one of us--with difference types, colors and shapes, all depending on the different variants we have. Because in each life there are different "irritants". Perhaps I have found this transition phase challenging, not because of the vast options ahead, but because of the process. I always have viewed change as something positive because of the many possibilities. But with that perspective, I tend to find my value is placed on the end result, thus wanting to rush the process and remove the irritants. In the past, I've always lived my life at full-speed, thus constantly missing the journey along the way. So if I choose to skip the process, then I am in turn sacrificing the pearl.

So today's resolution is: "I will relish the process, embrace the adventure and choose the pearl."

Can I catch a ride?

I feel like every day I could post a driving on Friday, after celebrating a successful yet grueling week at the toy factory, I helped to drive some of the team home after the celebration. Sure enough, within 10 minutes, an 18-wheeler nonchalantly crosses the tree-strewn median on my right, to practically drive me out of my lane...mind you, the same road I had my previous accident on last week. I used to think honking was a sign of impatient rudeness. Here, it's a matter of survival. Meanwhile, I have 6 passengers screaming in the backseats.

Or what about last week when Chris and I were taking an exit ramp off the main road, only to be greeted by not 1, not 2 but THREE taxis all going in reverse down the exit ramp? Simply because they decided that didn't want to take that route. I ask you simply to imagine driving the roads where everyone determines their own rules. Taxi anyone? Taxi?

Or what about today, on the way to the factory? I see this in front of us. Yes, that's a boy "riding" his bike as he holds on to the truck bed in front of's that for safety?

I'll stick to driving.