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Life is not about finding ourselves it is about creating ourselves!
George Bernard Shaw

Cooee! It's me calling in from Thailand. Sorry, it's been a while, it's been a tad busy. Still, we've not done badly. We've moved into our temporary apartment and are well on the way to finding something more permanent. We're overlooking the American Embassy compound, which is acres of impressive greenery in amongst the high rise buildings. I love it, I can even hear the little birds sing in the morning.

Outside our new apartment.
So welcome to my new life as .... drum roll please, Hmmm actually, I have no bleedin’ idea, so how about Bangkok Blogger for now?

How would you feel if you were to arriving in a new country, where you know no-one, and you're not even sure what your life will entail? For me, it was a feeling of excitement, crossed with a rolling of the eyes, a smile and my 'here we go again' expression. 

Of course, this always happens Mr Wren was away travelling and so I rocked up for my new Thai life solo last week. Yep on my tod. Welcome to Bangkok, said no-one.


It's been an interesting few days. With all my point of references removed, it's like being back in the first week at school where you hope you don't inadvertently say something daft and stupid. I don't know what is safe to eat, all that street food looks yummy but... and the majority of the time I don't know where I am going or what I am doing...


I didn’t know, for instance, filling in my arrival paperwork whether my brand spanking new non-immigrant Thai visa meant I could waltz in with a ‘Honey I’m home grin’, ready to set up our new life… or whether I'm still firmly in the foreigner queue. Silly me, of course, I was!

Who am I now? I have left behind my old Australian life where I was a Mother, a friend, a volunteer, and a Crazy Poodle owner. To rattle off a few of my reasons for being. I had roots, and pretty strong ones, given our ever changing corporate they say ‘jump’ we say ‘how high and where’ lifestyle. 

Here I have no kids, no dog, no work and no friends!

Ha, that makes it sound sadder than it really is. The beauty of the blogosphere is that my friends can come with me, well sort off, well virtually anyway. I have loved moving countries over the years and making new friends is on the list for future weeks. Watch out world.


But now, I am not sure what my life will entail. I could reinvent myself, perhaps my latent creative will come to the fore? There are craft and art groups here, apparently, the Aussies have a lively group called Crackers, who spend months making Christmas crackers, to raise money for charity. 

Perhaps I take up mahjong, bridge or golf? I think my inner sporty spice has done her dash and all this humidity is not likely to encourage her back out, apart from perhaps the badminton just so I can say I still can!

However, maybe I could start with fitter, not fatter so I need a gym. I want to find yoga and pilates and I really want to join in the fan-snapping, tai-chi ladies at dawn in Lumphini Park… I have managed to walk my 10,000 steps each day so far. Lumphini Park is beautiful and the weather is surprisingly kind but walking home in all that pollution leaves a strong metal taste in my mouth.

Sculpture Lumphini Park: Women in the next three decades
And somewhere hidden deep at the bottom of a trying move, our Bangkok-bound container stranded on the side of the road and we weren't sure whether the dog was at death's door or whether it was separation anxiety gone mad, is the new me. 

Just a little update, the Crazy Poodle had the audacity to add to the stress of moving, I got fatter he had rapid weight loss and blood in his stools. So I wasn't even sure if I was saying bye, see ya or Goodbye Forever. Although after various trips to the Animal hospital it certainly was ta-ra mega bucks! Anyway, his tail is now back to wagging wildly and I’m hoping his vomits was just his cheeky way of saying I've read your blog, don’t go! 

Crazy Poodle is getting his energy back!
So, as long as I don't get arrested this week, as I will have a lot of explaining to do about our family exchange of photos many of which include pictures of dog poo! I will be up for finding the new me.

 Somewhere deep inside is a Zen Wren waiting to burst forth. 
I might need a relaxing spa day first….


So who would you be if you could recreate yourself?




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