Let’s get moving

The scene is very clear in my mind, one of those moments in time you remember so well you can smell and almost feel it when it comes back to visit you. I was 9 months pregnant with our 2nd little traveler, we were living in Malaysia and it had been the pregnancy from hell. I’d lost 10 kilo’s. Going to the obstetrician was similar to going to a weight watchers meeting “you’ve lost another 5 pounds this week”!

Our first little traveler was two years old and it had been a long day. I was at that waddling, aching, get this child out me stage of the pregnancy. She was splashing away in the bath while I was trying my best to maneuver my very pregnant tummy over the side of our circa 1968 midnight blue bathroom, when G walked through the door. He hovered in the doorway for awhile, the first sign that something was up. With a nervous how about this one voice he said “I got a call from Bill in Dubai today, he said he heard a rumour we’re moving to Libya”.

A few days later our 2nd little traveler was born, three weeks after that the house was packed and we were all on a plane (thanks to some serious help from the Grandma’s).

About 18 months before that we were living in Jakarta, G received a phone call from an American who asked if he and his wife could come and look at our house. We’d met them a few times but G was still surprised at the way they’d invited themselves over to visit. “Those Americans are a bit forward” he remarked that night at the dinner table when he explained the phone call. It was the next day that G discovered the American had been walking the corridors at the office and spotted a whiteboard in a meeting room that had a list of names on it. Those moving to Kuala Lumpur were in the left column, those moving to Dubai on the right. G’s name was on the left. He wanted to see our house because he knew we were moving. He had no idea that we weren’t in on the news. Once again, we were on a plane in a few weeks.

A have another three stories like that one, all involve very small children and quick goodbyes, one of them involves a Christmas Eve phone call that resulted in never going back and never getting to say goodbye. Am I complaining? Not at all. It was exactly what we signed up for.

I think the adrenalin rush of moving and new adventures is very similar to that of exercise. You know it’s going to be hard, maybe even painful, perhaps they’ll be tears but the end result is a better you. You’ll learn you had strengths that you didn’t give yourself credit for. You’ll make friends with someone who would normally not move in your circles. You’ll learn something about someone’s culture, you may even adapt it in to yours.

Just over a year ago we decided to leave the company that provided us with the adrenalin. Our dealer if you like. We came to Qatar and joined a Qatari company knowing that once we were here there wouldn’t be a Christmas Eve phone call or a rumour or a whiteboard. We had control. We talked a lot about how much we’d miss the unknown but with a 9, 7, 6 and 4 year old who were looking forward to a bit of stability, we could see the obvious benefits.

We’re now a year in to our new Qatari life, we love it but I can’t help but wonder how I’ll feel when people start to move on around me. Will I be jelous of their phone calls and packing, jelous as they try to learn a new language or find the right areas of a new city to call home. Where to find curry paste or good chocolate? Maybe I will, but not yet.

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  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/02566056053282496532 Mademoiselle L.

    New beginning and new adventures are always exciting! And if this was a part of your life for such a long time no wonder that someday you will again long for this. ๐Ÿ™‚ xox

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743336097657087832 JANE

    An amazing story, Kirsty! You are a legend. I can’t imagine all the headaches caused by such abrupt departures with littlies in tow. We moved from Sydney to Hobart with 3 under 4 (including 6 week old Sam) and 16 months later, I still have severe PND. I am seriously impressed at your derring-do. J x

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195684182481935384 Sarah

    It’s interesting to live in different places, but it’s also good to be stable. My kids really appreciate the fact that we haven’t moved for the last 5yrs – a record.

    I’ve moved just before giving birth and had to be put on full bed rest afterwards, and that was bad enough, but moving with a newborn + toddler – OMG!!!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680909356053872951 Lynn MacDonald

    I’m impressed. Moving around town in difficult. Moving countries…with kids in tow must be so complicated.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759336965970856540 littlemissairgap

    I love ID. My dad loves interesting words and shamozal is a favourite of his. Where did you originally call ‘home’? Somehow, with all of your impromptu moves, I doubt you will be in Qatar for the 2022 Soccer World Cup ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513517402604501840 Loz

    And how is is World Cup Fever?

  • http://www.carolhenderson.com/ Carol Henderson

    I like your comparisons to Weight Watchers and exercise. And as a child who moved 5 times in 5 years–going to preschool, kindergarten, first grade, second grade and third grade in different American cities (with a mother who was less than enthusiastic about the upheavals) I am happy you are settling for a bit. I think all the uprooting was really hard on my two older sisters, who went to different elementary and middle school all those years. My oldest sis was a freshman in high school when we finally landed somewhere for a while.
    Anyway too much about me and my life. This is a great post! Hope to see you in 2011.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08615849553083446726 Susan

    Just blogging around and found your blog. I love reading all the different blogs. They are all so interesting and unique. Thanks for letting me visit.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12223830744313086743 beck

    Hi, just found your blog too, like Susan, and I am now a follower! Can’t wait to hear more about your life which sounds so fascinating. We have five kids (18, 10,9,7 & 5) and I can’t imagine travelling the way you do, I have enough trouble getting through the week as it is! I bet your kids are having some amazing experiences. Bye for now xo

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099758957492165428 Wanderlust

    How amazing for your children to grow up with such a rich experience! Like the other commenters, it’s hard for me to imagine moving with such little ones in tow. I traveled around quite a bit and even moved countries when I was single, and wouldn’t mind doing it with kids, as long as I got to pick the country!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08156015996147898156 Glowless

    Wow what a great adventure. Although I admit when I clicked on ‘Moving Stories’ I thought it was gonna be one of the tear jerker varieties ๐Ÿ˜›

  • Clara

    Hi – have just found your blog and need to have a proper read but we are about to move for the seventh time in five years. In that time I have given birth to two daughters, lived in four different countries, been evacuated once (Islamabad 2008), and packed so many bloody times I don’t think I ever want to see a suitcase again. We are moving home – for us, it’s time to settle. My eldest daughter has just started in Reception and we have got her a place at our very popular, very local primary school and have decided it’s time to join a community permanently. I know I will miss so many things about being an expat but I have moved all my life – daughter of a diplomat, was a diplomat, now married to one – and I really want to establish some roots for my children.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894044021333028807 Lenni

    Wow! All that moving and travelling must have been hectic! But it sounds amazing, I only hope that one day I’ll be able to travel for work.

    I’m looking forward to reading the rest of your posts =)

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  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/09890862541890241422 Raine and Sage

    Gosh that pregnancy and heat combination sounded positively revolting Kirsty. It is interesting to hear you ponder how you’ll feel about those moving. It must be strange to have people leave, but I guess new people arrive constantly too. Plus the world is so small now with all these marvels like skype and blogging! ๐Ÿ™‚
    You’re a good reminder that home is wherever you and the family are, and not a particular ‘house’ or ‘city’ or ‘country’ for that matter. You are to be commended though for navigating those moves with little one. well done and great post. Sonia

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488 planb

    Golly! What a lot of new readers this post seems to have!! Anyway, sorry it’s taken me such a long time to head on over, but what with one thing and another (mostly snow – which you won’t have…) you know how it’s been… Anyway, delighted to be here, and to make your acquaintance. Will be reading with pleasure in the future!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/02634987114195614214 Kristy

    Wow, good gracious, I would not deal well with all that! You have such a positive and energetic attitude!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165208811776097332 Heather

    Wow lady, what a life! It must be a nice feeling to be able to stay put for a while, eh?

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08233773591457421170 Valentina Vaselli Konzal

    last night i was watching paris under the snow (it is snowing so much that the tour eiffel is closed, that was the punch line of the anchorman) and i was thinking next year i’ll be there, i won’t see anymore the mont blanc from the window of the kitchen in Geneva and i won’t feel anymore that i miss to live in a bigger city because i’ll be in a proper big capital, every moving means to loose some and to win some to me, so as i know that wherever we go its always a temporary time, my attitude is to enjoy the good of the place and don’t care too much about the bad, because next time there will be something more that I didn’t have or that I even missed and something less..i’d like to ask you if you ever think that you’ll come back to Australia or you’ll just keep on moving every some year, for the moment me and my husband we are always moving from nation to nation but in Europe, so our attitude starts to be that we might never come back neither to Italy, where I am from, nor to Poland, where he’s from, and we’ll just keep on living permanently temporarly, but probably this is also due of the fact that wherever we are in europe, even if culture and language are totally different, we are still just 2h flight from our home places.

  • http://www.morethanjustmummy.blogspot.com/ nmaha

    I know it’s not been easy. But to someone in their twenties (like me) your life seems so exciting.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894044021333028807 Lenni

    Wow! All that moving and travelling must have been hectic! But it sounds amazing, I only hope that one day I’ll be able to travel for work.

    I’m looking forward to reading the rest of your posts =)

    Creativity Not Required