..I’ve just been, for lack of a better word, swamped.
It’s been so busy here. I just got back from a week in Seattle, Washington. I was there for work but managed to squeeze in a bit of shopping and some walking around. The best part about the US is the variety; the worst part is the distance. Sometimes it really sucks that the US is so far away…from Malaysia or even Norway. The travel time is tough, not to mention the time difference. I really wanted to call my niece and wish her on her 3rd birthday, but by the time I woke up, it was already her party and I’ve learned from previous experience that most kids are really distracted at their birthday parties so trying to talk to them on the phone is not the wisest idea.
See, when you’re a kid, and you can’t get what you want, you can throw a tantrum and cry. But when you’re an adult and you attempt to do that — you’re labelled as childish. So, what’s an adult to do? 🙂 In my case I just walked around feeling a lot like a lousy aunt. It’s so hard to live far away sometimes, you miss out on so many things. It seems Little-Miss-3-Year-Old recently told my sister “I’m a baby you know”. Hahaha, I would have loved to see that in person.
I also missed Diwali with my family. Every year that I don’t get to go home, I try to play it cool. I think my family thinks I’m perfectly okay despite not celebrating Diwali with them. But to be honest, it really breaks my heart. The bf is always tiptoeing around me towards Diwali because he knows that I’m a bit ’emotionally fragile’ (read: moody) around that time of the year. I get upset knowing that I cannot eat my mother’s cakes and cookies and lately I get even more upset knowing that I cannot spend time with my niece. We can’t have everything, can we? For Diwali, you are encouraged to make something to signify that you are celebrating. If you don’t make anything, it means you are not celebrating Diwali. So I scrambled, two days before my business trip, and made some chocolate chip cookies (From an instant mix – I know! Me! Using an instant mix..) and then ate some while I was packing for my trip that weekend. It was so, damn, sad. In 2007, when my younger sister was all alone in UK, she called me on Diwali and was bawling her eyes out. I put on the whole tough-cookie image and kept telling her there is nothing to cry about. This year, I was pretty close to tears, especially at work when I tried not to think about how much fun my family was having and how I far away I was.
So how was the business trip? It was… eventful. I missed one of my flights (by 2 friggin’ minutes) on the way to Seattle and ended up being routed through Chicago — adding 6 more hours to my trip. It was very, very tiring. On my way back I was told at the check-in counter, “your connection is worrying, you only have 5 minutes between the landing time of your second flight and the boarding time of your third flight”. Now, I am all for honesty, but this turned out to be unnecessary information. I spent most of my flight worrying about this final connection only to make it in the end, with no hassle. So why did they tell me all this at check-in? (Took almost 24 hours to get home from the hotel in Seattle, and I was worrying for a good 20 hours.) People are strange, right? You tell them in advance, and then nothing bad happens, and they get annoyed for being warned. If you don’t tell them, and something bad happens, they get annoyed for not being warned.
Now the other reason I’ve been kind of quiet is because – my iPhone 4 got stolen. I don’t like writing about negative stuff on my blog. I try really hard to stick to the sunny side of the street and not wallow in bad incidents, but this one, I have to write about it, as it is eating at me. I was getting on a pretty full bus, one Friday evening, after a long day at work… looking forward to having dinner with the bf and trying to unwind after a crazy week. I felt my bag being tugged at but thought nothing of it until 1 minute later I realized “the phone!” so I quickly got off the bus to check my bag. Lo and behold, the pocket where I usually kept my phone was open and the phone was gone.
It was horrible. I panicked and called the bf (I have a second phone, bet the thief did not know that!) and then he arrived and we had to make a police report and block my SIM card. Theft happens everywhere, even in Norway, one of the richest countries in the world — I keep telling myself that. But it’s a bit hard to swallow sometimes because I expect more from Norway. I really do. I’ve been here almost 5 years and have never been robbed or pick pocketed before. It should just continue being that way, right? I do admit I have seen a lot of warning signs on the buses, etc, about pickpockets but I thought nothing of them. I’m also not a careless person It was just one of _those_ days, you know?
My phone was insured, and I did manage to claim the insurance. But now, I’m stuck. I have a work phone which is not an iPhone and I don’t really like it. I know, this makes me sound like a fanboy of the fruit company, but that’s not really true. It’s just that I’ve had an iPhone for the past two and a half years and it just works so well that I cannot even consider using anything else. My phone is the first thing I pick up when I wake up (to check today’s calendar) and the last thing I look at before I go to sleep (to set my list of alarms for the next morning). I feel so empty without it. I am currently using the older version I kept as spare, but it’s just not the same.
I can’t get a new one just yet – because the new one is kind of expensive and comes with a contract. I don’t want another contract So in other words, I’m whinging over a first world problem 🙂
I guess I am a glass-half-empty person after all, always pining away for that missing part rather than appreciating the parts that are there.
Excuse me while I go drown my sorrow in chocolate and warm tea. I promise to write a better, more uplifting post next time.