All posts filed under: Moving

Review: Urgent Cargo

For our move within Nairobi, we used Urgent Cargo. They were professional, timely, and did a great job. I highly recommend them. I give them 95 out of 100 points. I’ll explain the points later. The main thing to know is that they’ll arrive on time, pack up all your stuff, and deliver it safely to your new home (and unpack if you want them to). As for the points…they lost ten points because of how they packed my clothes. I gave EXPLICIT instruction that the clothes were to go in a wardrobe box and stay hung. They kept the clothes on the hangers but laid then flat, folding over skirts and dresses, and then put shoes on top. I was pissed off. I was really pissed off. You do not disrespect a woman’s wardrobe! They could have ruined a few evening dresses and my leather jacket. They did crumple some of my clothes. But, nothing was damaged. I calmly but very firmly explained what they did wrong and why I was so pissed. They …

Moved!

We are in our new home! We didn’t move far, but it made all the difference. Our new place is much better. The move itself went about as well as it could have gone. It was stressful. It was draining. Between the packing, shuttling small stuff, the actual move, and the initial settling in, it was three weeks of torture. But now we’re starting to get comfortable. We’re starting to really settle into the new space and be able to enjoy it. So far, my favorite things about the house include: Bigger kitchen Gorgeous garden, not just a yard, a real garden (see main photo for a glimpse) A garage Not having to share my desk with J. as he has been sent to the basement given a man cave for all his manly items Much more stable power and water It was an upgrade and it’s making life much nicer! Here are a few more shots from the same part of the garden. You have to admit, Kenyan roses are amazing!  

Me, grown up. I look just like this. Art Credit: Bitstrips.

The Third Culture Kid as an Adult Expat

Here I am, middle-aged and all grown up if not altogether mature. (Yes, I look just like that Bitstrips illustration. Actually, I kind of do.) I grew up as a Third Culture Kid and then spent my entire adult life (up until a year ago) in a very international city. Now, I’m an expat in Nairobi (which is another international city). Did my upbringing prepare me for my life today? Yes, it did. No, it did not. Which is it? It’s both. I was totally used to moving. Yes, but now I was leaving the only place that had even been home. I never had a home to leave before. I didn’t know what that was like. It’s harder than I thought it would be.  I have no issues picking up and going to a different continent. Yes and no. Going off on a new adventure? No problem! But I had to think through a lot more. I had to consider my career. I had to think about what it would be like for women …

Me

Third Culture Kids

I grew up as a Third Culture Kid. What is that? In general, Third Culture Kids are those who grow up in a culture/country that is not native to either parent. How this occurs can vary greatly, but the crux of it is that the formation of your identity is not tied to that of either parent or even necessarily of where you are living. You become your own culture (taking in bits and pieces from all that you experience). In my case, this was coupled with moving frequently and on an international basis. In many ways, that made me an open-minded and well-rounded adult. I always had a good sense of geography. I am pretty good at languages. I know how to get out there and make friends. I am culturally sensitive. I love to travel and learn about other cultures. I know how to assess what I value, be it things or people. I know what is truly meaningful versus what is just stuff that I don’t need to take with me. (I have been referred …

New York & Nairobi

A Year Flies By

A year ago today I landed in Nairobi. I cannot believe a year has gone by so quickly. So much has happened over the course of the year. We moved into a house. We bought a car. We explored Kenya. We made a visit home. I made some professional changes. We fell in love with the craziness that is Nairobi. Mind you, New York is also crazy. In fact, it’s very similar to Nairobi. I wrote about it in a prior post. I feel as though I have two homes now: New York and Nairobi. I am comfortable in both. I love both. I hate certain things about both. I can’t stand it when anyone trash talks either of my cities. I’m picking up bit and phrases of Kiswahili. It’s hard because everyone speaks the language a bit differently, so even if you say it perfectly in textbook Kiswahili you may very well not be understood. But there are some words and phrases that are universal. Being able to pepper them into conversation has helped …