Where am I? How am I? We are still in the hotel. Mairin and Kaia in one room, while Skyelar and I are bunking in another. Easier to get everyone asleep. I haven’t been alone with my wife in almost a week. Yes, it feels weird. We spend most days sitting in traffic going to a mall to buy the things we need to set up our house. The kids scream, whine, and spit, while Mairin and I do a bit of the same.
I hate shopping, and that is what I have been doing for nearly a week. But this stuff is apparently vital. Who am I to argue? Here is what we have bought so far:
- A washing machine
- A stove
- A sofa
- Bed sheets
- Various kitchen goods (Pots and pans, knifes, etc…)
Jakarta is huge and bustling and green and wet and alive. I love it. The girls are like celebrity angels here. Everywhere we go people want to rub their cheeks and pet Kaia’s hair. The owners of the pizza place we have been going to, sat with us tonight and chatted, as they sent their kids off to buy Kaia a birthday present. The people here- they smile. They wave. We smile. We wave. It feels nice to make superficial contact with other human beings. It is chaotic. It works.
Internet should be hooked up tomorrow and everything else will be delivered as well. We hope to move into our house this weekend. Being in a hotel room with two kids has been difficult, although I saw a group of three kids in town today aged three, five and eight crossing one of the busiest streets I have ever seen. They live there on that street, alone, and dirty. Who am I to complain that the staying in the hotel hard?
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So there you have it! I complain from my throne of privilege that my kids are tired and out of sorts as we drive about town in an air-conditioned car buying things that will make their lives easy and pleasant. My wife and I are exhausted at the end of the day, but I can sit back and type away my fatigue before I fall asleep on a bed with crisp white sheets. I don’t know much about Jakarta or Indonesia yet, but I know in a city of 11 million I am blessed to be able to do that.
I have the next few years to explore this fantastic place. I cannot wait to get started. If we could only get our home base established soon. I always think about how lucky I am for the things I have, and Jakarta is a place to constantly remind one of their blessings. First week has been good, looking forward to some quiet alone time at home.
No matter where you go or live, it takes a while to establish a house into a home. What do you do? What makes your place a home?