We all have them. A collection of stories that we trot out at dinner parties, or when we’re making new friends.
They are usually stories borne out of adversity or difficult times. Mine include:
- the 3 day stopover in Singapore last year where I was doing a the solo parenting thing and wound up in the emergency room at 1am.
- a lion roaring really loudly in the vicinity of my very thin tent in Kenya.
- the Big Missy’s premature arrival (she weighed 3lb 15ozs!).
- forgetting to put the date on my wedding invites.
There’s a couple of other ones founded in awesome experiences (particularly the journey I went on for THE BOOK), but it’s the shitty, scary, frustrating experiences that most people turn into a funny story. And that’s what I hope our leasing saga will become, something to laugh about with friends.
I’m not quite there yet, though.
We’ve been in Singapore just short of 8 weeks and our situation has not really changed much from Day 1. Whilst we haven’t been truly homeless, we have lacked an address and this has prevented us from sorting out stuff (car, school buses, furniture, helper) that would have been sorted weeks ago had our plan had gone to plan.
So, I sit and I wait to hear if tomorrow is the day we will get the keys to our new life.
I look forward to turning The Leasing Saga into an amusing story. But that may be some time away as we need to heal first.
Postscript: Thank you to all my wonderful friends who have had the misfortune to witness The Leasing Saga. x