French Mum, humanitarian, restless explorer and doer on sabbatical in Cebu (Philippines): one Attila in each arm, I am exploring the “toddlers safe” corners of the region, while trying to keep some room for Me.
Forward, forward. New mission, new place, again trying to make new friends.
Cebu has been the most challenging assignment so far. We’ve been here for almost a year and I seem unable to make friends. I don’t fit the regular local Filipinos chart (no we don’t have a driver, we take the jeepney. no we don’t own our apartment and I won’t tell you how much we pay for it; and no again, we are not going to Church). Basically no way to make friends with the other parents at the Attila school or ballet classes. Expats ? challenging to find any under 65 with kids of the Attilas’ age..
Last week, when the rumors of a super typhoon coming to Cebu amplified, I decided to take my most precious belongings and fly back to Thailand!
We don’t know anyone in Cebu, no idea of who to call in case of emergency, so Christmas before Christmas would be in Bangkok.
It was the very first time I went back to a place where I used to work. I am so used to press on Forward that I actually never had the chance to press Pause, let alone Rewind, just for a day.
It felt awkward to wander in those Soi that were mine for years. They still hold the memories of friends who have left for other missions, sweet happy feelings I had forgotten about (Mr Attila was born in Bangkok), dropping Ms Attila at the nursery every morning and picking her up for lunch.. We left Bangkok last January, yet it seemed it was such a long time ago. My toddlers have became kiddos, I am not jumping on scooters when I am late for work, will I ever be able to work again??
My eyes and my heart were going on different tracks. Again, the Attilas proved to be my best Zen Teachers. Their energy and incessant questions would pull me back in seconds into the “here and now”.
Some things never change though. Meeting with my Bangkok friends was like reconnecting to pieces of myself. Finally being able to speak my heart out, to share the last ones of the kids with people who really care (and realize that mine are actually much more normal than I thought!), having stimulating conversations about the human rights situation of the country, making plans again, feeling empowered and most of all so blessed to have this band of super mamas and super dads around. It feels so damned good to say “what? You too? I thought I was the only one!”
The kids did not even nap. They were too excited playing with their buddies. As for the parents, it seemed that time had not impact on their friendships. They were the most cooperative travel companions, the mere « if you sleep tight now, we are meeting with Spud, Irin, Leela and Ange again tomorrow » was the most efficient good night story.
We came back yesterday night, batteries all charged with positive energy. No need to wait till next year to start fresh :
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