There’s no place like . . . ?

Day 2 in Singapore is almost over and done.  We spent much of yesterday at the school, dealing with orientation (signing up for our ATM cards, our bank accounts, getting keys to our classrooms, taking a tour of the 37 acre campus — yep, that’s right, SAS is 37 acres large).  An impressive day.  Well organized, attention to details, and a warm, warm welcome to all new families.  There have been NO regrets about this move, even though we’re missing family, friends, sleep, and all that’s familiar.

Today we toured three faculty members’ homes to gain a sense of how and where folks live here, then we met our realtor (Winnie) in the afternoon and she took us to three “possible” places . . . none were a good fit so we re-worked our perimeters and priorities and we’ll head out again tomorrow morning in search of a place to call “home” for the next two years.  Singapore is a very expensive place to live but once we remembered we’re teachers (and not financial execs on huge housing allowances), we realized our grandiose ideas of fancy city living might not work out.   We’ll find a place that’s a good fit.  It’s all a process.

It’s 9:30 p.m. It’s Thursday.  And Fred’s sound asleep (jet lag’s the excuse!).  We just returned from a festive party to honor the 2010 recruitment class (that’s us!) and I’m luxuriating in some time to catch up on e-mail and get this blog entry written.  Sorry there are no photos to attach.  I’ve botched up my lessons in blogging and no matter what I try, I can’t get the darned photo attachments to work.  I’ll catch up later in the weekend or early next week.  Plenty of photos already, including this morning’s wicked thunder, lightning, and monsoon-like rain, last night’s Bangkok martinis, yesterday morning’s school visit.

For now, just a reminder of how fortunate I am to have this experience at a school where the superintendent not only meets the new teachers’ airplane at 1 a.m. but helps load their luggage in the lorry, where new teacher orientation is more than just a day of powerpoint presentations (haven’t seen one of those yet!), where my colleagues’ backgrounds are richly global and my students come from 50 different countries, where instant Nescafe in the a.m. manages to keep me from a caffeine withdrawal headache.  I feel richly blessed.