Tuesday, October 31, 2006

My favorite stanza

Who has twisted us around like this, so that
no matter what we do, we are in the posture
of someone going away? Just as, upon
the farthest hill, which shows him his whole valley
one last time, he turns, stops, lingers--,
so we live here, forever taking leave.

-Rainer Maria Rilke-


I have two major events in the works, as it were. One is the pregnancy, and the other is the move overseas. Both of these ocassions carry with them reason for anxiety; although, I do feel like staying in the states to have the baby was probably the best decision for us. I have read about the quality of nurse care in Kuwait, and it does seem to be lacking.
I guess one learns how to be one's true self when stripped of native culture. I will have to raise this child differently from the others because I won't have my own culture surrounding and supporting the effort. It will be interesting to compare the differences in the children, as a result. (Not that they would have been the exact same if all were raised here, but you know what I mean).
I will say that I am very weary of surface-level conversation and concerns. I do hope to find some people in Kuwait who are more interested in important matters than who is doing what to whom and how s/he looks. Our society is really going downhill. Whoever believes in 'evolution', meaning that things/people are getting better, needs to seriously reevaluate. I was talking to a grandmother, of course she was only 50!, at the Halloween carnival at my children's school, and she and I were commenting on the fact that teenagers don't seem to get embarrassed anymore. Then she said, "I would have never watched some of the things on tv with my parents that my children do with me!" How ironic...and to never see the connection.

Friday, October 27, 2006

The First Blog Entry...Moving to Kuwait

Ok, so I am new to this...And yes, there are expectations of eloquence, relevence, and titilation. There are also those conventions to address: Will I adhere to proper grammar? Will I follow a typical form of writing, or will it be a stream-of-consciousness? Is there a spell-check on this baby? Anyway, forgive me, but I think I will just wing this and let the errors fall where they may.
I am getting ready to move Kuwait in the spring. It is a daunting thought. On the one hand, I am so ready for a different way of life, and then on the other, I don't want to romanticize this Walden Pondish escape to the truly mundane life of the desert. I know there will be tremendous challenges ahead of us. My children will have to adjust to a new school and a new way of socializing. My only hope is that they can make one or two really good friends. That will greatly assuage my anxiety.