Happy

It’s been a month now. Can’t say I’m thrilled or anything, but things are slowly falling into place. Just as it always does wherever we settle into. It has been easier because there isn’t the usual struggle of figuring how things are done, but I’ve had other issues that has all but made settling in exhausting.

I am happy to be close to family, grateful to have another pair of hands and eyes around for the kids, and cheered to see old friends. The children have settled in easily. S has an attitude of a go-getter, super positive and adaptable. She loves her new school and the school bus, even if she has to go round for about 45 minutes before getting home. N is really too young to care. And besides, having his grandmother to himself almost exclusively suits him, her and me very well.

Weekends look set to be a little more exciting. We are rediscovering Singapore and have great plans to visit parks, go to the zoo, see farms and explore trains.

But am I happy to be home? I suppose I am. I am not unhappy. This, like elsewhere, is just another place to settle in.