Monthly Archives: January 2011

An Open Letter to My Mom

Will you make me a sandwich?’ I always know my mom will.  Even if she is busy with something else, I know in my heart my mom will take the time and make me a delicious sandwich, exactly how I like it.  On top of that, she will usually add a little extra something on the plate, like a homemade brownie or some chips.  That’s the kind of mom she is.  Then she’ll ask if I want something to drink with that.  And she will say, ‘Don’t get up’ and mean it as she brings in a refreshing beverage. That’s how I think of my mom-always watching out for me, taking care of me.  My sisters just roll their eyes when they hear me ask my mom for a sandwich.  They say silly things like make it yourself.  My mom will then hug me, tell them to leave me alone, and then make me the sandwich.  Awesome, right?  She’s just that kind of mom.  I feel so lucky to have a mom like her.  I can always count on her, she has a way of knowing exactly what I need or need to hear.  It makes my heart sad to think of people who don’t have moms who make sandwiches for them.

People ask me where I get my confidence to do the things I do.  I have to be honest and say that when I start to get scared or second-guess myself, I think of how much my mom loves me.  Any self-doubts are pretty much erased because I know she is with me, cheering me on. And if I went home today, I guarantee I would be eating one of the tastiest sandwiches in the whole world; complete with something right out of the oven. What more could one daughter ask for?

Thank you mom for all of the sandwiches and for giving me so much love.  You are the best. I love you.

 


Big Girl Pants

Sleep in or go to my photography class in Hong Kong?  Believe it or not, this was a difficult choice to make last Sunday morning as I laid in my warm bed on a chilly morning.

The night before, I had this great foot rub at a place called Medu. I have heard raves about it, but never went.  I ended up going with a couple of friends of mine and it was completely relaxing.  So getting up in the morning just wasn’t ideal.  As I boarded the 7:45am ferry though, my motivation began to quickly rise. For me, there is something about Hong Kong that is so invigorating.

Now most people that know me would probably describe me as independent and I would probably agree.  But I don’t know if it’s the language, the lack of familiarity, but I have been a bit of a baby when it comes to traveling around China on my own.  So I knew it was time to take the leap and put on my big girl pants.  It was the first time I had to navigate the MTR (HK subway) all myself.

So off I went and believe it or not, I made it and I was even a little early.  I was so glad I went.  I learned a lot about photos and light.  The subtlety of the effects with different lighting was very surprising to me.  It was fascinating how just a few adjustments can have such an impact visually.  The other great part about the day was the other two students in the class.

Part of the reason I want to live abroad is to experience different cultures and meet new people.  I am very blessed with my family and friends that I have now.  I just want to expand that part of my life and I don’t know, live in the world and hear peoples’ stories.  What I have learned so far is you just never know about people.  Like the lighting with photography, there is this potential for wonderful surprises.

These two particular people both live in Hong Kong, one is an attorney and the other is a PhD candidate.  Besides photography, we discussed politics, movies, and even Twilight.  The PhD candidate was Team Jacob as was the lawyer’s wife. I know, right?  But I will still give them a chance.  It was thoroughly enjoyable and dinners have already been planned.

Next week, I am off Thailand – Bangkok and then Phuket. I am really looking forward to this trip although I haven’t even thought about packing.  Below are a couple of photos from class – enjoy!

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It’s Not You, It’s Me

I would like to take a moment to share with my friends and family a sad break up of a beautiful relationship.

This particular relationship was with a soul mate that has been with me since I arrived in China.  You could say that he got me through some tough times.  I mean, he offered me sweetness and comfort when I was new to this unfamiliar place.  He went with me to school and shopping trips.  He was even with me on several death defying cab rides.  I can’t tell you what how much I depended upon him.  We were partners in crime.

And his name is Andes Mocha.

Yes. I am talking about coffee from a café called Andes.  My parents, Aunt, and Uncle will attest that this is some good coffee.  I had a similar relationship with my Krups espresso maker in San Diego.  Each day, Krups and I would share a smile as I prepared my mocha.  It was beautiful thing. I still miss him.

Now, in an effort to stop the flow of money that leaves my pocket each day, I have been examining my spending choices.  I’ve come to the conclusion that this particular activity isn’t pleasant, but like going to the dentist, it’s necessary for a healthy smile.

In my defense, I realized early on that dinners and drinks with friends here adds up. Quickly.  So I have been good about budgeting and simply not spending my money that way.  But then I calculated how much I shell out for coffee.

Do you know that feeling when you wish you had a time machine so you could go back and tell yourself something?  Like the other day, I wish I could have gone back in time so I could give myself a hug for buying Peanut M&Ms for my lunch.  Or go back to my early twenties and tell myself to start a Roth IRA.  You know, little or big, a time machine would come in handy sometimes.

As for my coffee, I figured out a pretty good estimate and let’s just say; I could have funded my entire trip to Thailand on what I have spent on some milk, chocolate, and espresso.  Thailand.

With that said, I am just glad that I figured it out now.  This is not a proud moment, but I know now that when Andes Mocha wants to visit, I have to think of my next adventure and decide… is he worth it?

It’s not you; it’s me, Andes Mocha. Me and my wallet.


Location, Location, Location

Last week in Bangkok was one of the annual job fairs for international teaching.  I did not go as I already have a two-year contract, but it’s been fun to hear where other people are going.  It got me thinking about where I want to go next. One of my teaching partners got a job at a school in India.  It made me think about the job fair last year in Boston.

It was bitterly cold.  I had no idea the temperature on Earth could drop that low and on top of that, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I must have called my mom about a million times that week, and each time she answered with patience, understanding, and solid advice. Simply put, it was one of the most intense weeks of my entire life.  There were hundreds of people there, all who seemed to know what they are doing, and all of the jobs I was going to put in for were already filled.  And the positions that were left were literally disappearing by the hour.  There was this whole system of mailboxes and communication and did I mention where the interviews took place? Because of limited space, the interviews were held in the recruiter’s hotel room.  Now, this is all on the up and up, but it was weird for me, because I felt like, okay this is where this person that I just met and hope to get a job with, sleeps and showers. The bed is in plain sight.  Like, his or her folded underwear is somewhere close by. Unsettling by manageable.

I remember in my interview with a school in Japan, the principal offered me the job right there on the spot.  It was my first interview and I had three others lined up.  I did not know what to do. It wasn’t the location I was looking for as it was in a rural, isolated part of Japan. However, I was incredibly anxious that I might not get another job offer.  I thought of all of the money and time I had put into this job search and I think I had a bit of a nervous breakdown because of the pressure I felt.  I was literally sweating, going back and forth, trying to make a decision.  I finally called a friend of mine who knows me very well and he said, “Claire, I’ve never known you to hesitate about anything you really wanted. If you are hesitating, it’s not the job for you.” It’s weird how sometimes people know you better than you know yourself.

My other interviews were with schools in Oman, China, and India.  India seemed very promising but from what I understood, and what I have since heard from other international teachers, India wouldn’t necessarily be an easy, first teaching abroad location. After taking the job with China, I left a thank-you note with the India people (I was scheduled for a second interview later that afternoon) and I went back to my hotel room and promptly cried for about 3-hours straight.  My eyes were almost swollen shut by the time dinner rolled around from all of the mixed emotions going on in my head and knowing exactly how much I would miss my nephews. I was stepping out into the unknown and I was both thrilled and terrified.

The next job fair I go to probably won’t be as emotionally charged, but I am sure it will be stressful.  However, there’s a certain fluidity to this lifestyle as people come and go and it’s all just part of the game.  There are times when I wish I could just be settled. But I feel like I tried that and like a top that’s too tight; it just didn’t feel comfortable.

Below are a couple of photos from Hong Kong.  Since it was once a British colony, they drive on the ‘wrong’ side of the road – there are some streets that tell people which way to look so they won’t get run over.  I know, such a tourist.

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Monopoly Money

The banknote for a hundred RMB is pink.  There are coins, but there is also a piece of paper that represents half an RMB (think fifty cents).  It’s still like Monopoly money to me and I have been spending like I own Broadway.

Today, I went to the ATM and pulled out 1,000RMB. 100RMB is about $15US, so I have about a hundred and fifty bucks in my wallet.   That’s a lot of cash to me.  And it is soooo easy to spend here. What surprised me about Shekou is that the cost of living is actually higher here than I first thought.  A friend just told me that it’s cheaper to live in Beijing.

Even with the pay cut, without a car payment, insurance, rent, cable bill… I have a great financial opportunity here to put some money away for a rainy day. However, the past few months, money has been flying out of my pocket, especially because it’s pink. It’s seems like it shouldn’t count if it’s the color of bubble gum, right?

I was told when I got here that I could live like a king or save a lot of money. The big money traps are food and traveling.  It is so easy to go out for dinner and drinks with friends – all of the time.  And travel?  Forgetaboutit.  That’s just too tempting not to take advantage of.  And speaking of traveling, that’s really like play money.  Sometimes, I can’t even pronounce the local currency.

Lately, I have begun to ask myself, would I pay that price in the US?  If not, well then maybe I need to rethink it or bargain harder. Even if I would pay it, do I need it?  Living like a king would be nice and in many ways, I do.  I have an Aye (maid) that comes twice a week, a private tutor for learning Chinese, a tailor when I need something made, a fantastic apartment overlooking at the South China Sea, a dream job teaching internationally, and wonderful family and friends.   Would I still like to win the lottery?  Of course, and there are a lot of hardships being away from the people I love.  For now though, I just want to be smart with this opportunity and my money – even if it is pink.

 


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