Minus-a-Map
Ramblings of a lost girl... “For my part I travel not to go anywhere but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” Robert Louis Stevenson
Tuesday 9 April 2013
Inspired by peacock(s)
I suddenly felt a need to write and thanks to you, who climbed through my window over fourteen months ago and has become a part of my very being, I want to carry on with what I started too many years ago.
It has been neglected for fear of rejection, lack of interest and poor self confidence.
And now I want to share this with the same fervor as I want to share my life with you.
Shiki
Mind Full
Wednesday 5 October 2011
Dear Jakarta
Inspire Me
Kuta Beach- Bali Sept '11 |
Thursday 11 August 2011
Heart-wrenching
It's 7:30am the day I leave to Indonesia. I have just walked through the door after spending the previous night with friends. I walk into the TV room where Tom is watching TV.
Me: Morning Tom-Tom.
Tom: Morning Rashika (pause, then whispers) it's your last day today...
Me: Yes, I know Tom-Tom, I'm really sad.
Tom: (quietly) I'm sad too.
Me: I don't want to leave Tom Tom (I meant this)
Tom: I don't want you to leave...
Writing this still has me choking back the tears. I have never heard such sweetness in one tiny voice before.
Well, I never...
1. I was really and truly sad to leave London.
2. I cried my heart out on that plane.
3. It's been three weeks and I still miss home.
There I said it. The 'H' word.
How I came to love a place I used to loathe is beyond me.
But, here I am, in Mc Donalds (damn you capitalism) in the centre of Jakarta, having seen some breathtaking (sorry no pics due to my camera being stolen- but that's another post) islands of Bali and Gili Trawangan, seeing shooting stars in their numbers, learning how to use Asian toilets and meeting wonderful, hospitable and friendly Indonesians: and I miss home!
Thursday 21 July 2011
Kids love me.
"You're the best nanny ever!" Tom whooped when I told him the news: Nando's for dinner.
Ordinarily I would never take the kids to any fast-food place; I believe in balanced home-cooked meals- like any good nanny worth their job.
Of course Tom would think this after my announcement. I mean, what else do I do with a 10-year old dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, sitting outside in the rain, at dinner time because I've locked the keys in the house? And of course, the four spare keys I cut this morning are on the kitchen counter because I hadn't handed them to the neighbours as I was meant to.
And let's not forget that I'm babysitting tonight…
Yip. I'm the best nanny. Ever.