An attempt to convey a few of the thoughts & feelings of an expatriate teacher in sunny Singapore (and adjacent spots on occasion.)
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Not quite sure why, but this evening I found myself thinking of those moments of peace that, if we're lucky, sometimes mysteriously descend upon us and remind us that, despite appearances, everything's really okay. Sometimes being exposed to something or someone or somewhere exceptionally beautiful helps precipitate that kind of experience. The shot above is of the interior of the Blue Mosque in Istanbul and I took it just after performing the Isha' Prayer there, on the last night of our December holiday in the mythical city. I felt sensationally privileged to be praying there and perhaps the picture might help you understand why.
My vision: retirement and a life of leisure.
My mission: to manage decline gracefully.
My goal: to get to the end of the day in one piece.
Born in Manchester, I am at present living and working, as a teacher of English, in Singapore, having done so since 1988. My wife, Noshayati – whom I call Noi, and others call Yati – is Malaysian, and we travel frequently to her homeland, where most of her family live (in Melaka.) We own a house in Kuala Lumpur. My sister and family still live back in Manchester and we try to visit occasionally.
I used to work for the Ministry of Education in Singapore, but since 2007 have been employed directly by an independent school here. It pays the bills.
I converted to Islam in 1997 and find myself even more interestingly placed in the world as a result. I like occupying intersections. They afford useful perspectives.
I’d like to think I have a sense of curiosity which keeps me young. But the jury is still out on this. A good day is one on which just about everything seems interesting. Some days are not so good, but I'm not so naive as to believe I have any right to expect otherwise.