Moving countries and places were not new to me. 35 years in Canada and we only lived in one place longer than 5 years. I remember coming to Canada from Hungary through Germany very clearly even though I was only 9 at the time.
When I landed in Jakarta with my son, we had a plan. We were going to be settling in for 2 weeks in the apartment we had been provided with. We had a driver, a maid and a place of work.
When I first attended school in 1979 in Canada, the year was halfway done. Entering class after the Christmas break, I distinctly remember my first day of school in Canada. This was just that sort of feeling when I entered the MD building, I had much the same feeling.
Strangely enough, my son was with me on the first day at the new office. Why would we do anything normal, I thought to myself. At this point it was all good, we were together as we have been for the last 10 years.
We had always made decisions together and this was also such a decision. We decided to see this through and here we were. Life was about to change for both of us. I am sure my son was a tad bored and yet excited as well. The first two weeks at the end of July 2018 were all about adjustment.
I wanted to make sure that my son knew where I was, how I was going to live and that he knew what I would be doing. He had been to Jakarta about a year and a half earlier and because he was half Indonesian, he loved being in Jakarta and being with me. This was a learning experience and also an adventure.
We went out to places as much as we could and explored Jakarta as much as we could. I dug up and learned as much Indonesian as I could, but it was not much to get by on for the moment.
Change… is never easy.
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