Big Wins in the Mundane

by farrah on May 31, 2016 · 2 comments

One of the things new expats need to do (as soon as possible) is get into their community and figure out how to get things done. I’m not talking about big things- like buy a car, navigate the grocery store, or enroll your kids in school. Those are pretty big things in my opinion. I’m talking about the little, stupid, trivial things that we used to do ‘back home’ without thinking twice. Things that gave your life a sense of normalcy and mundane detail.

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Today I was sitting in my living room waiting to leave and pick up the boys from school when I saw one of those click bait ‘articles’ about what a bunch of people think about another bunch people. I thought- ‘Oh great. What idiocy will I read here, while being annoyed by the pop up ads?’ Well, I learned that while I was correct about the obnoxiousness of the website- the responses rang true for most (if not all of these). If you’re curious as to if Europe (and I realize I’m generalizing here) really IS like this- here’s what I think after living and traveling all over it since 2012.

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Spring Travels & Some News

by farrah on May 23, 2016 · 0 comments

Seriously, it has been almost TWO MONTHS since I last wrote anything? Unreal. Well, I shouldn’t say that since I look guiltily at the computer on an almost daily basis and say ‘I really should….’ but I don’t. I don’t read blogs anymore- hence I don’t write them either. I’ve basically eliminated almost all blog feeds from the FB feed, and honestly just don’t care anymore what people are saying. I’m sure that makes me a terrible person. Oh well. This is 40 y’all and I don’t give a damn!

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And Then It Was Easter…

by farrah on March 28, 2016 · 0 comments

So clearly my plan of writing more often has gone by the wayside. I don’t really know how this happened, but I can’t say I’m surprised. As I’ve felt so many times in the past- sometimes the chatter out there just makes me want to hunker down into myself and not add to the cacophony.

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Six Months In A Really Quick Review

by farrah on February 29, 2016 · 0 comments

I look guiltily at my laptop on the table and remind myself every day that ‘I really should write that down…‘ because someday I know I’ll wish I had. So, I’ll do my best to wrap up what’s been going on and where we’re going. Basically I think I get overwhelmed with how behind I am, and it’s too much. Thus, behold. The past six months, er, well, five.

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My New Best Friend: Sleeps5.com

by farrah on February 2, 2016 · 0 comments

Holy cow people- am I in love. A few weeks ago I saw my friend Amanda share a link to the site called Sleeps5.com. It’s a family travel website that specializes in finding hotels for – yep- families with more than two kids! Those of us with those pesky twins + 1 or (you go mom) 3 singletons (or more) know that searching for a hotel (on a budget) is a tricky thing. Many places don’t allow 5 people in a room. Family rooms can be hard to find. Thus—- (sound the trumpet): Sleeps5.com which is apparently the answer to our prayers.

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Expat On The Cheap: Where To Shop In The NL

by farrah on February 1, 2016 · 0 comments

So we expats are an interesting bunch. Sure there’s this stereotype that they’re (we’re?) all rich and have drivers and nannies and  private schools (where does this come from anyhow?), but your average day-to-day expat is nothing of the sort. If you’re like us- meaning my family and my friends, you’re here temporarily. That most likely means you don’t know when you’re leaving or maybe you do- but you have the idea that MORE CRAP is not something that you want to obtain because YOU HAVE TO PACK IT ALL BACK UP.

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My 40-Year Old White Lady Gym Playlist

by farrah on January 28, 2016 · 1 comment

There aren’t many things I possess that I consider this ridiculous. This thing being my gym go-to playlist that is so absurd it must be shared somewhere for (if anything) my own posterity and desire for my children to someday laugh at me.

PS the following song (King Kunta) is NSFW or around the small fries.

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That As*hole With The Starbucks Cup

by farrah on January 27, 2016 · 11 comments

Last night my husband and I had the same old tiresome subject come up again about what we’re going to do next. I hate it and I call it a tiresome conversation because it seems to suck the soul out of me whenever we have it. There’s never any solution. There’s not an easy fix, easy answer or perfect compromise. I don’t want to go back to the U.S. At least not the way it is now.

ttu–Erica Cook

Let me put it to you straight- whether right or wrong I get the bulk of my information as to what’s going on in the world via Facebook. Yep. I see what ‘articles’ are being passed around like a virus, what status updates are status-ing, and the sound bite blurbs. This has become my America. Basically I feel ‘back there’ people are all carrying/stockpiling/defending their handguns (including members of my own family), Donald Trump is a real thing that isn’t going away, and that internal competition for affirmation from others has become a sickness amongst the masses.

Look at me!

Look at what I bought!

Look what I did/am doing/am gonna do!

All I can do is sit here and wonder why this is necessary. Is everyone like this? I don’t want to know.

Furthermore, it brings me down.

It brings me down big time.

I hate questioning myself as if my own photo or that quip wasn’t pretentious. I don’t want to be that person. That person I’ve heard about who won’t shut up about their super-ultimate-busy-creative-I-Am-SuperPerson life. I cannot handle people like that- which is why they don’t exist in my real life or Facebook world. BUT… they’re out there because I keep hearing about these people. Whether it’s yet another mommyblog post moment cherishing or bringing the sass against traditional parenthood— ENOUGH. How can you not be sick of you own sanctimonious self????

Ironic right, that I’m putting this in my blog? Well these days it’s more like a diary.. so there.

And the funny thing is- that I wish upon all the wishes that this was just social media and not, in fact reality.

I don’t want to move back and live with these people. I don’t want to hear why we need guns, partake in political shenanigans, or chug the kool-aid. Here, I don’t always know what the people around me are saying (since its in Dutch) so maybe that’s part of my oblivion. But also, I doubt it. The Dutch are just more sensible I think. Happier. Not trying so damn hard. Then today a funny thing happened that brought this whole post on in the first place.

I popped into the gas station because I was running on fumes (literally and figuratively) . I thought what the hell I’ll get a coffee. A Starbucks coffee since they put in a new self-serve touch screen thingy recently. I haven’t had Starbucks in years- mostly because there isn’t one in the vicinity of where I live and because I didn’t like their bitter coffee. But anyhow.

So I get in my car with my coffee (tall because that was the biggest size. Take-out coffee is sort of sacrilegious here) and head to school to pick up the kids. I have ten minutes and I’m not quite done with my coffee but I realize I would rather be caught dead than bring my ‘togo’ coffee cup with me (Starbucks no less) up to the school to stand around with the rest of the parents and have them see it.

Because I would feel like an asshat if I did.

Yep. Can you imagine the very idea that having a togo Starbucks coffee cup could possibly make you feel stupid? Because it did. I was embarrassed. I didn’t finish it and left it in the car hoping no one would see it when they walked by my window.

That’s the kind of life I live right now. And I like it. We all do our thing/have our stuff/go our places and it’s cool. Normal. Not in your face. I don’t feel pressure to keep up or show off. I was never really very good at those things anyhow so I’m pretty sure that’s why I’m so content.

But back to my worries

At one point in my life I felt I had found a sort of utopia within a group of moms. I lasted about five years thinking we were the only sane people on the planet and discovered that I was wrong.  When I realized that the only sanctuary I thought I had was in fact, not perfection, I became disillusioned.  Which in turn also makes me feel like there is no hope. No hope back there.

I don’t want to raise my kids with competitive assholes mimicking their parents. They don’t have the ‘bigger, better, more’ philosophy and I don’t want them to either. They’re happy. They’re homework-free kids who laugh a lot and enjoy a simple life. No one is judging us (I assume?) and no one makes us feel like we’re making bad choices or wrong decisions. I don’t doubt myself. I am happy and complete. I don’t have a perfect life, but isn’t that what it’s all about?

I know it’s not the same everywhere. There have to be some pockets of reason and contentment out there. Because that’s what I feel is lacking most- people happy with what they have. Not working more to make more to get more and ultimately (?) be more. People with that mindset drain me of energy, happiness and optimism for a better tomorrow. I don’t like feeling like a deflated balloon.

I know for a fact there are people who go out of their way to instill insecurity, jealousy and pain in others.  It hasn’t been difficult for me to remove these people from my life- but I don’t think everyone can do that. I have the luxury of distance on my side which makes it easier. But still I worry that I’ll be sucked back into it when we return, when I don’t have that distance and can’t tell myself it’s not real. It’s all just on social media.

Why would anyone want to mess up a good thing? And when will I ever stop worrying about worrying?

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That’s Garbage: Struggling With Change

by farrah on January 10, 2016 · 4 comments

Very, very, very rarely do I complain about something in Oisterwijk. Additionally- the complaint I’m airing today is such a first world problem, I should be ashamed of myself- but alas, here it is. I want to preface my gripe by saying that I do care about the environment and I do believe recycling is important. In this same vein, I’d like to point out that I’m pretty much Average Mom and not that girl who fit two years’ worth of garbage in a jar (who has since made us all feel inadequate when it comes to recycling.)

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