I can’t believe we have hit March already. Is it just me or is this year going exceptionally fast? One part of me is totally stoked that the year is flying by because it means I will be home soon for home leave and I will get to see my wonderful friends and family. On the other-hand it means time here in Samoa is running out, like the sands through the hour glass LOL (only people of a certain age will get that pop culture reference, it also shows my age) and I am not sure I am making the most of it here. This week at school the letter of the week was D (bear with me, there is an actual link to my previous paragraph). Every day we would write on the white board the uppercase and lowercase D and play games with the children trying to find as many words as possible that start with the letter of the week (hang in there I am getting to my point shortly). We look around the room on an alphabet hunt, we would call out people’s names to see if they matched our letter or we would brain storm as many words as possible that start with D. One of the words that was never written was Depression (see I told you I would get there). My ol’ mate Depression never made it on to our whiteboard poor fella! Depression has been by my side for a very long time, so long I forget when I first met him, I say him because being a feminist it is plainly obvious, I hate men. So, when I am thinking about how great it is that this year is flying by part of my excitement is because I haven’t been crazy happy here – which is insane right? Tropical beaches, relaxed lifestyle (somewhat), warm weather all the time, glorious scenery and interesting people. I guess that is the frustrating part of depression, it sets seed no matter what is going on in your life. But I’m not going to bang on about him anymore because even I’m getting bored with it and I looooovvve to revel in my depression, it’s one of my favourite past times. The shock of March is doubly impactful because my partner in crime will be out of country for all of it, I know that’s rather a long time to be away and means I will have to be 100% with my parenting. Which is a big ask because frankly there are some days, I am not even sure I am running at 20% capacity. There are days I get to the end and I am like “woah fuck we made it, children fed, teeth brushed, and no one injured themselves we are WINNING!” I guess 20% is better than nothing though. My husband has finally arrived in Chuuk, a small island part of the Federated States of Micronesia. It lies just about ....... here... The total area of the island is 121.5km sq and the total population is 48,654.
It is a large archipelago with mountainous islands that are surrounded by a barrier reef (sounds like a friggin awful place to go to work). According to the Federated States of Micronesia website: “Chuuk, with its vast, shallow, beautiful lagoon is a major shipwreck site from WWII, Truk Lagoon is unquestionably the world's best shipwreck diving destination. Here, more than 80 hulks (inside reef :40 hulks, outside reef :40 hulks) have been transformed into shipreefs, holding the very best of the undersea world and maritime history at one site. Hard and soft corals in a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes attract divers worldwide for both daytime and night diving.” I just messaged him saying “maybe you should be writing this journal because you are experiencing far more interesting shit than I am.” I mean today I found out that two of the pillows in the spare room had mould growing out of them, it was baaaad. I had a good mind to burn those bastards. But then I thought about the environment and how bad that would look if the wife of an environmentalist started a bomb fire in the backyard to combat the mould monster that had sprouted forth. I’m not sure a super-hot wash is going to cut it. We shall see.
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