Therapeutic

I am one of those weird people who find doing dishes and laundry very fulfilling. 6 months before I got married, I moved in with mom and dad because my lease was up and it was a good change. They had people come in once a week to clean the house so basically I did not lift a finger except for the weekly washing of clothes. Then, two days after our 2nd wedding/fun party I moved to Singapore where we got a house cleaner. She was awesome! So, I basically washed dishes once in a while and did some laundry but nothing more than that. Now that we've moved into a one-story apartment (verses a 3-story house) we've decided to ax the house cleaner and do it ourselves. Well, that means I get to do it. For the first time tonight in over a year, I picked up a broom and mop and cleaned our entire apartment. It was great! At the end of it all I was completely exhausted but remembered how therapeutic house cleaning truly is for me.

Speaking of therapeutic...I don't think I mentioned that when we moved overseas my hubby's company assigned a therapist to call and check in on me every once in a while. At first I thought this was very silly. What on earth did I have to tell this woman? Then as I began to experience the ins and outs of expat living I realized how valuable those conversations were. Last time we chatted, I was very unhappy in our big house with my hubby traveling so much and was on my way back to the US for an extended stay. She called tonight and it was nice to talk about the happiness I was feeling being back home in Singapore and contributing so much to that happiness was moving to our beautiful new apartment that I had just cleaned. (Um, I didn't mention the cleaning part to her. hee hee.) It felt good to know that progress has been made and life overseas continues to get better each day.

Now having had my therapy for the day, it's time for bed. Goodnight my friends!