It’s been about three months since moving to
Singapore! They have flown by, and I’m slowly getting used to working weird
unconventional hours, having a monthly income, eating amazing cheap food for
lunch and sweating constantly and profusely. A month ago I moved into my apartment, a place I’ll
be living in for at least 18 months. Every time I sign something for a set
amount of time (be it the phone plan, the internet plan, the lease, etc.) I
have a mini panic attack. Ok maybe not so mini. Day to day I’m excited to live
here, but when I see long term, how far away I am from people I love, I get
overwhelmed. But overall, I have been extremely lucky with this whole process.
After living for two months with relatives (with maid
service!), I recently moved to Holland Village, which is known as being expat
central. My HDB building (Singapore
public housing, which I doubt is anything like US public housing) is mostly
filled with older folk, so I feel quite safe. I’m still not quite used to
calling neighbors “Uncle” or “Auntie.” Across the street there’s a supermarket,
drugstore and a 24 hour café that sells good kopi and curry puffs. Behind my building
(seen from the window in our living room) are the streets that most people
associate with Holland V. It is only about two to three streets separated from
the main road with tons of restaurants, high end and low end. However (other
than the food courts) these restaurants aren’t known to be the best, but good
for expat taste buds. For my birthday, we celebrated at a Mexican restaurant
and while the atmosphere was great, the food was as quite
subpar (compared to US Mexican food). Often on a Friday or Saturday night the small street will be filled
with people, locals and expats alike, outside grabbing a bite, drinking a beer
or watching a football game on the television (no, not American football). And during the day the street will be filled with the Ang mo (white expat) wives and me on my day off. It’s a fun atmosphere. This photo is the view from our apartment window.