It’s all suddenly seeming very real now. Ravi has been driven off into the sunset leaving a gaping space in our driveway. We have given our massive TV to a friend so there is now a TV-shaped space in the front room. And now the movers have been and taken our life for the past 27 months with them on the back of a lorry which has left rather a lot of space everywhere. It truly feels like we’re in limbo, just waiting for the next phase of our lives to begin. Nothing here is ours now, we’re imposters in someone else’s house. This isn’t where we belong anymore and I finally feel totally, completely ready to go. I want to go back to our little Victorian terrace, our very own house containing our very own things in it. Well, possibly minus one very nice distressed white wooden framed mirror bought from Chatuchak Market in Bangkok and stupidly not added to the pile for the movers to take. I love that mirror and I will be devastated if they don’t let us somehow get it to their warehouse before the rest of our worldly goods are trucked down in a road train to Perth and eventually loaded into a plane bound for London. I have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach – this has not been a good outcome to a day of loss, of feeling torn between two countries, two lives. My mission is now to save the mirror at all costs!
About Me
- The Secret Life of an Expat Wife
- “We’re moving to Thailand!” came my excited scream upon being told by The Husband that he was being assigned to an engineering project there. Just the mention of the name evoked tropical paradise. Ok, so I had to give up my job and we left behind our friends, family and new house, but who could turn down that opportunity? Through battles with man-eating stray dogs, to the endless struggle to understand Thai logic, my journey into the life of an expat wife wasn’t without complications and was certainly not the utopian existence I thought it would be but I tried my hardest to adopt the Thai ‘happy-go-lucky’ attitude to life. The constant sunshine, beaches and inexhaustible supply of delicious food helped somewhat too! Sixteen months later it was finally time to leave the Land of Smiles, but not the life of the expat wife - our destination was a small town in Western Australia. The expat life here is very different but, just because it is an English-speaking, western-minded country, doesn’t mean it isn’t just as mind-boggling as Thailand. From the deadliest creatures in the world to mystifying local behaviour, rural Australia can seem just as alien.
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