After a week and a half at Home, in Singapore, the city and country of my birth, I’m on yet another plane to go home. I hesitate to call this a vacation because I’m literally going from one home to another but this break was much needed. But as I’m heading back, I can feel the stress that had melted away during this short time away climbing back.
There are several ways to get to Melaka. You can drive but that would involve having to pay the Causeway toll fee and gas. It cam get expensive but as my mom pointed out, gas in Malaysia is cheaper than Singapore so I guess you can make up for it. Pros: flexibility cons: waiting time to go through customs can get tricky
The second way is to go by coach. There are several found at the Queen St bus…
About 2 weeks ago, the director of my department came into my office, in the middle of the day to talk to me. At the end of the discussion, it became clear to the both of us that it was time for me to move on. I kid you not when I say that I basically went through the 5 stages of griefin a span of 5 mins (because you know…WHOLE afternoon of patients…certainly can’t blow THEM off), and then went…
The inevitable has happened. I have pink eye. Pink eye, or rather, viral conjunctivitis sucks. But as a contact lens wearer, I’m also really worried about a corneal ulcer. Which, this might very well turn out to be. Due to the fact that I have a high deductible insurance, I have yet to establish care here in the US. Which means I can’t really walk into any clinic and have them check if there is a…
Its been 6 months since I moved to the South Bay area and things are finally settling down into a rhythm.
The transition hasn’t been easy. The original plan was that I was going to continue working on my research project long distance. But I found it too difficult to keep the momentum going and to keep juggling and catching all the different pieces just got too much so I handed in my…
I decided to walk on the same as an additional challenge to my regular morning walk. I did not realise how difficult it could be! I gave up after 15 mins. But not before getting a snap of the pier.
Last week was tough. We were both exhausted and we had hardly spent anytime together. But finally we were able to schedule some time together so we went out for dinner.
So turns out being a stay at home wife really isn’t easy. For one thing, I’ve completely lost my independence. At this point, I’m kicking myself for agreeing to go on no-paid-leave. I’m also regretting not taking more active control of my money while I still had an active income. Don’t get me wrong. My husband isn’t being a tight-wad or anything. But he’s a car salesman. And car sales are not…
