My last day

It is my last day today.

Did I make you go *grasp*?

Yes, that is the intended idea.

Well, the truth is, that was supposed to be the beginning statement of Friday's entry.

(Don't try to find it. You won't be able to see that entry because I didn't have the chance to write it. And the reason why I didn't have the chance was because I was just too caught up with packing up. The proper and the miscellaneous.)

(The proper is for, the proper, as in my formal departure from the family and the miscellanoeous is for the miscellaneous --duh-- but no, it was more for my short trip to Boston.)

So anyway, while Friday was *technically* my last day, today is my last last day.

I am however, blogging from my new place.

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There are a dozen things I really need to tell you about, and I hope I remember!

The truth is, I am very sleep-deprived. I am very tired.

I had planned to go down to school to take a placement but I just can't do it because I am so tired!

I woke up at 6am. Why so early?

Um, because I always wake up around that time?

And because the kids were up already and they were making a lot of noise. Not that it matters, really.

And also maybe because I wasn't really used to sleeping in a new environment.

I don't know.

Maybe I miss home. Like the real home home?

Maybe I miss my family. Like my blood family family?

I don't know.

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I had gone out with them at 8am in the morning. After dropping the kids and the mum, we went straight to my former place.

My new host dad is Chinese, by the way. My new host mum is American. Their children are triplets *grasp* aged 4.

Yes, which I have absolutely no experience handling.

So when the host dad (new) asked me in the car, was I looking forward to leaving?

I said yes and no.

I mean, yes, of course.

You know...on the Sunday before the Monday I was leaving for Boston, the mum had cleared the pantry area.

I found the big tub of oats empty, the empty tub sitting on the shelf, waiting to be cleared into the recycling bin.

I eat that.

And I found the coffee-mixer taken apart and almost waiting for disposal.

The coffee-mixer was taken out from the shelf for me, because I am the only one who brews coffee in the morning.

So...

no, I am not trying to get you to induce anything. I said nothing.

I just hope she was in a good mood that day to clean the houses.

Although I am not sure why the stack of dishes from Friday was still there on Monday morning, piled under an immense pile of dishes which the circus spinner could really perform an exciting trip with (you know all those artistes who spin plates on sticks? That is what I am talking about.)

But seriously, so why yes?

I hope I answered your queries already.

So, why no?

Because that is really a simple and easy life I am leaving behind.

Think about it.

I wake up in the morning at 630am. I cook my breakfast and I wake the kids up and get them ready for school.

Yes, I feel exasperated when I have to drag them out from the bed because they sleep so late and they have so much trouble waking up.

And yes I feel frustrated when the older kid gives me hell.

Yes, I feel emotionally drained.

Yes, I don't like the fact that I can't be the joyful and smiley me I want to be. I can only be the strict, glum-faced me I don't like to be.

But it is still an easy life.

Yes, after that I get the day free and all I can do all day is surf the web or watch TV.

But it is a lazy life.

Yes, I can't really go anywhere out because my driving sucks and commuting to the city just leaves me enough time to go to the station, head to the city and back.

But it is a no-stress environment.

After I have picked them up from the after-school care, it is just preparing dinner and all.

No frills. straightforward.

I get pissed off by the fact that the older kid tries to not shower (don't ask me why) but it is ok.

I get irked by the fact that the younger kid always forgets her homework (don't ask me why too) but who cares.

After that, I get the night off and watch TV.

It is like that. Day in day out.

Easy life. So easy I can feel my brain cells rotting one by one (by the way, brain cells don't rot. They just die.)

Solitary life. So solo that the nearest friend is half an hour away and I can't even meet up with her.

So I told the host dad, no, because it is leaving my comfort zone.

And he said, that is life.

You need to move on because else, you will get bored.

Indeed.

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The current house is really much more minute in comparison to the previous residence.

Even the host dad had to agree so.

But really, (and he said it himself), who needs a big house when you need to spend three hours commuting to and fro from the city? When you can spend that three hours of time with your kids?

I am not sure if you remember, but if you don't, let me help you refresh your memory.

The previous host dad always keeps the kids up late because he wants to spend quality time with the kids.

*coughs*

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My room is really much smaller now.

But does it matter?

When I go backpacking, all I get is a bed.

Now I get a room. And a big bed.

I have TV in my room. A wardrobe.

The bathroom is common, but from what I have observed, the kids do have toilet manners. I certainly have not seen them not flushing the toilet after use.

And um, they are four.

I don't get my personal computer anymore but it is fine.

I mean, just take the time to do something else, like read or study.

And frankly, I really only need the computer to call home which I can do on Friday nights (when the parents go out for quality time) and during the day (when they go out to work).

You may not see me online as much. Just leave me a message. I can login using meebos.

It is all flexible.

So in a nutshell, do I like it so far?

Frankly, it is hard to say.

I like the lifestyle, that is for sure.

I like the fact that they have a lot of fruits and vegetables in the fridge.

I like the kids, that I am pretty certain.

I definitely do not find them obnoxious at all. In fact, I think they are so adorable in each of their little ways that really make me want to work for a relationship with them.

I like the values that they anchor on.

They are concordant to my own upbringing.

I like the city.

I am a city girl.

And although I can't say for sure if I will love it, I know I am here to stay at least till August.

And that I am here to really learn from these two people who are striving parents and understand how far they have come to bring up these children with the values that seem to have diminish from the society.

Let's just hope it all works out! =)

P/S: By the way, I am starting work tomorrow.