We fly home to New Zealand tomorrow (tomorrow!!) for a month. I absolutely cannot wait to be back. I cannot wait to walk during the day, to see family and friends, to eat Vogel’s bread, to drink coffee, to go tramping, to show the baby her home country (not that she will care), to have big delicious burgers and beer, to drink a cold cider. I am excited about Christmas, and camping, and shopping, and relaxing. Although I had a quick trip in March/April, it feels like forever since I’ve been there, and I miss it desperately.
But in order to go home, we have to leave our home. Because let’s be real, Brunei is home too. Our little apartment is the only house The Engineer’s Baby has known. Our routines are here, (some of) our friends are here, our lives are here. And as much as I’m excited to see New Zealand, there are things I will miss from Brunei as well.
I will miss our weekend morning breakfasts of noodles or roti with teh tarik. I will miss our playgroup, and seeing all those babies grow. I will miss the local market, with its wonderful watermelon and cheap vegetables. I will miss visiting the town centre and having people recognise us as “the ones who walk with their baby in a front pack”. I will miss the “so cute baby” and “baby boy, baby girl?”s that The Engineer’s Baby gets almost everywhere she goes. I will miss the pool at the club, and our new paddling pool. I will miss the chicken rice from the food stall near The Engineer’s work.
It’s only a month, so not a huge deal. But a month in the life of a baby is a very long time. And this month out of our space, out of our routine, out of our time zone, could be quite a big deal for her. She loves new people, and new situations, so I think we’ll be fine, but it’s still a bit weird to just not know what to expect at all. Then again, she’s a baby, so even if we’re home, we don’t know what to expect at all!