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Posts tagged “Happiness

I love being a parent

lombok sibs

 

Those are my kids.  We were walking back from a short visit to Pura Batu Bolong, a Hindu temple near our hotel in Lombok.  They got ahead of my wife and me.  They are incredibly great kids.  When I became a parent, I had no idea how much happiness my children would bring me.  The happy is immeasurable.

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Wordpress Photo Challenge: 2012 (in hindsight)

This year has been momentous.  I have watched as my family and I have adapted to our move from Chilliwack, British Columbia, Canada, to Jakarta, Indonesia.  I moved from teaching in a public school to an international, private school.  I moved from one of the most beautiful places in the world (nah…it is the most beautiful) to a place I haven’t figured out yet.  I moved from mountains and rivers to busy streets and overpopulation.  I moved from ease and comfort (with a bit of financial challenge) to a place of challenge.

2012…the year of the move.


Old school

SFU vine mapleThis photo was taken at Simon Fraser University.  I’ve had little time to take many photos lately, and I found this and felt a little pang of homesickness.  I’m not homesick; I’m really happy here, but this photo is one of my all-time favorites.  Those vine maples are so pretty.

More Jakarta tomorrow, okay?


Inner child…

Bike

…is so happy right now.  I make a point of stopping over at my new motorcycle whenever I return from work, and even though I have to wait for the licence plates (or not, according to my friend Setyo) I am still really excited.  When I was a kid, I always wanted a motorcycle.  Now…I’ve got one.  The little boy inside my head is smiling all the time…and will continue to smile until I actually have to remember how to ride, shift, brake and throttle.  I’ll let you know how it goes.


Super Sokka…

 

Super Sokka means “excellent tile”.  The stack of tiles, above, are roof tiles, made by hand, in a village Central Java.  We met the woman who was making the tiles – she presses out the mix of mud and clay with this medieval looking manual press – and she said that this was her job and that she pressed these out all day long, all year long.

And she seemed happy.  I don’t know if something that routine could keep me happy.  I also don’t know if something that routine actually makes her happy, or if she was just smiling because a couple of expats found what she does so interesting.