Just another list of all* the things I miss about home right now because Singapore is still hot and sweaty (it always is), and the world of Facebook has turned to Autumn without me… *some The nights drawing in The smell of bonfires and fireworks lingering in the air Woolly jumpers Woolly hats Woolly scarves The moment the central heating gets turned back on Changing of the clocks Ready Brek Welly boots Spiders (KIDDING, obviously) Feeding the ducks Crumpets Antiques Roadshow Stew and dumplings Dressing in layers Opaque tights Dark manicures The first evening the fire is lit Crunchy leaves…

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Something that I haven’t experienced is having a baby whilst living as an expat. It’s the thought of being a terribly sick pregnant lady, coupled with the idea of not having my parents on standby that fills be with dread. Add to that the reality of being pregnant in Singapore with it’s non-stop sticky Summer in the city vibe, and well, my ankles balloon at just the thought of it. Pregnant ladies of Singapore I take my hat off to you.  Having a baby is such a crazy time – I know a little about this having done it twice,…

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In a way the suggestion that I’m raising third culture kids seems a strange one. Singapore doesn’t feel vastly different to any city we’ve ever lived in. Well, apart from the climate, living in an apartment and having a swimming pool. But in terms of the lifestyle itself, it can feel like a bit of a stretch to say Finn and Clara are third culture kids. Expat brats, sure, but third culture kids? I don’t know. A TCK (that’s third culture kid to you and I), has been described by sociologist David C Pollock as: “A Third Culture Kid (TCK)…

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I’ve recently watched a film called Remittance. You won’t see it advertised at your local cinema. You won’t see glossy posters with the names of famous actors at the top. Remittance is a tale of foreign domestic workers in Singapore. It’s a tale of truths from two hundred or so foreign domestic workers already in Singapore. And it is, for want of a better word, heart-breaking. I won’t spoil the film for anyone, but there are moments that are so clearly based on personal experience you forget you’re watching the tears of budding actresses. The budding actresses you see on…

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I’m not homesick exactly. But this week the reality of what life in the UK would have entailed has been inescapable. For this week, had we remained in the UK, Clara would be starting school. And I’m not sad that she isn’t exactly. It’s not that simple. I don’t wish we were back there either. But there’s something about watching the lives of her little friends back home moving on to school that feels like the chasm of distance is widening more. Even if we weren’t going down the home schooling route, Clara would still be in pre-school here. And…

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