Tag: Culture Shock

  • “There’s Nothing to do in Pekanbaru” (Yes there is!)

    Pekanbaru wasn’t what I expected. Small, humid, and full of surprises, it became one of the most formative chapters of our expat life teaching me to adapt, laugh, and embrace the jungle.

    Life in a Growing City

    Even though Pekanbaru felt “off the map” at first, the city was expanding right before our eyes:

    • big movie theater with a kids’ play area
    • Restaurants and shops popping up overnight
    • Buildings that looked rundown outside but were beautifully decorated inside

    Case in point: a day spa my new Japanese friend and I discovered. This wasn’t a quick massage. It was a full-day, all-inclusive experience. The ladies were incredible, and I left feeling like a new person — a hidden luxury in the middle of Sumatra.

    Daily Life: Orange Water & Power Outages

    Life quickly taught me to embrace “local normal”:

    • Water? Orange. Rusty, tub-staining, fingernail-staining orange.
    • Electricity? Daily outages. The town didn’t have enough power.
    • Backup generator? Loud but a lifesaver for the air-con.

    Lesson learned: Indonesia naturally has high iron content in the groundwater; when oxidized it turns orange. We did all we could to remedy but to no avail. On the plus side, its a nutrient!

    Lower your expectations, gain your peace of mind.

    The Soundtrack of Our Neighborhood

    Our home came with a mosque right down the street.

    • The Fajr, call to prayer, woke us up at 4:30 a.m. every morning, along with our babies.
    • Our neighbor, the mu’adhin, sang the call daily, a soundtrack that became part of our routine.

    Living there gave us a front-row seat to Muslim culture, including Ramadan traditions. We didn’t just observe, we respected, learned, and participated where we could.

    The Food Situation: How to Eat Like a Local

    Food in Pekanbaru was an adventure. If you knew where to look, you could get almost anything delivered:

    • Eggs in bulk — 30 at a time, roadside, no refrigeration
    • Chicken Lady — freshly butchered, delivered to your door
    • Pork smuggler — because some things need a secret source
    • Hydroponic lettuce dealer — crisp greens weekly
    • Pineapple — cheap, roadside, bought by the armful

    And if you didn’t feel like coordinating all this? GO-JEK. Groceries, Starbucks, even doctor visits — delivered.

    Yes, Even Doctor Visits

    One time, I had to provide a stool sample.

    And yes… Go-Jek picked it up and delivered it to the doctor. Only in Indo, only in expat life.

    Baby Gear & Expat Packing Realities

    Here’s the truth: if you need something, they most likely have it.

    • Fussing over name brands? Forget it. Your kids will poop in whatever diaper they get. Every country has babies.
    • You’ll quickly learn what you can live without. Some expats panic and bring everything; honestly, it’s not necessary.

    Pack smart, pack light, and embrace the adventure. The locals have you covered.

    Routine, Movement & Adventure

    With fewer distractions, my husband and I embraced outdoor life:

    • Mountain biking through jungle paths and muddy trails
    • Dirt biking– he found the “Bule Bikers” group and a Kawasaki dealership. He was golden.

    Structure & movement equaled balance, keeping our days energized and grounded. Find something you enjoy doing & make it happen.

    Creative Outlets: Baking & Quilting

    Pekanbaru became my personal therapy lab:

    • Somewhere between Googling “cupcake inspiration” and wondering if I could actually pull this baking thing off, I found Cupcake Jemma on YouTube and it genuinely changed everything. What started as recipe research quickly turned into binge watching nearly every video she’s ever made. Her creativity, transparency, and actual teaching (not just pretty frosting shots) gave me the confidence to start my own baking side hustle.
    • Fast forward to a trip to London, and I somehow found myself walking into Crumbs & Doilies and meeting both Jemma and Dane in person. It was the shops 10th anniversary. It felt completely magical and wildly unexpected, one of those full-circle moments you don’t plan for but never forget.
    • Still slightly star-struck. Still baking. Still grateful I hit “play.”
    • Quilting club — despite being a newbie, I’ve now made two quilts full of memories and beautiful fabrics.

    Hobbies turned a small city into a playground of creativity and joy.

    Community: Building My Village

    What really made Pekanbaru unforgettable: community.

    • Ibu Atik, our nanny, became my anchor, translator, and friend
    • Indonesian neighbors welcomed us into their world — pool parties, playdates, weekend trips
    • Friends introduced me to sushi nights, dinner clubs, and workout circles

    Life went from “where are we?” to “how did we get so lucky?”

    Lessons from Pekanbaru

    Pekanbaru taught me:

    • Community doesn’t just appear, you build it
    • Adventure exists in everyday moments: side-of-the-road eggs, pineapple by the armful, Go-Jek stool deliveries
    • Hidden luxuries exist, a spa day, a movie night, a friendship you never expected
    • Balance, creativity, and humor turn any city into home

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  • Jakarta vs. Pekanbaru: Two Completely Different Versions of Our Indonesian Expat Life

    When we moved to Indonesia, people imagined one long, glamorous, Eat Pray Love experience.

    Palm trees.
    Infinity pools.
    Spiritual awakenings.

    Reality?

    We started in Jakarta.

    And Jakarta said:

    “Welcome. Please enjoy traffic, humidity, and a mild identity crisis.”

    Jakarta: Baptism by Megacity

    We only lived in Jakarta for four months.

    But those four months?

    Felt like four years of emotional growth packed into a jet-lagged blur.

    I arrived with:

    ✔ A baby
    ✔ No furniture
    ✔ Total disorientation
    ✔ Questionable confidence

    The Empty House Era

    Our shipment hadn’t arrived yet.

    So there I was…

    In a massive house…

    With absolutely nothing in it.

    No couch.
    No chairs.
    No distractions.

    Just me, sitting on the floor thinking:

    “What in the actual hell did I get us into?”

    Pack ’n Play = MVP

    My baby slept in a Pack ’n Play for months.

    And that humble little travel crib became:

    Familiar
    Safe
    Predictable
    My emotional support furniture

    Because when your entire world flips upside down, tiny comforts matter big time.

    Finding My Lifelines

    Somewhere between panic and adaptation, I found:

    🇦🇺 ANZA (Australia New Zealand Association)
    The company expat wife group

    Absolute sanity savers.

    ANZA: Coffee, Babies & Survival

    They welcomed me despite my very obvious lack of Australian credentials.

    “You have a baby? Come sit with us.”

    Suddenly:

    Coffee dates
    Playgroups
    Women who got it

    The Expat Wife Group: Instant Community

    These women took me under their wing with breathtaking kindness.

    They introduced me to:

    Activities
    Outings
    How to function in Jakarta
    Friendship

    Because expat women understand something deeply:

    We were all new once.

    Then… Plot Twist: Pekanbaru

    Just as Jakarta stopped feeling completely overwhelming…

    We were relocated to Pekanbaru, Sumatra.

    Cue emotional whiplash round two!

    Breaking Big News (All at Once)

    When I told my nanny, Ibu Atik, we were moving…

    I also told her:

    I was pregnant with #2

    Because why deliver life updates in manageable portions?

    Her Reaction Was Not What I Expected

    Instead of sadness…

    Instead of hesitation…

    She essentially said:

    “Okay, we’re coming too.”

    Excuse me?

    What She Did Next Still Blows My Mind

    She went home and told her husband:

    She would leave him if he didn’t agree to BOTH:

    Moving with us
    The pregnancy news

    Reader, he agreed 😆

    And just like that…

    They came with us.

    More Than a Nanny

    Atik became:

    My security blanket
    My constant
    My translator of life
    My friend

    Because when everything keeps changing, the people who stay matter the most.

    Pekanbaru: A Completely Different World

    If Jakarta was sensory overload…

    Pekanbaru was

    Quieter
    Slower
    Smaller
    More intimate

    But also…

    Initially lonely.

    Enter: The Distributor Company Wives

    Through a simple invitation, my husband being asked to a movie night by a coworker, everything shifted.

    Because in expat life:

    One invite can change everything.

    Suddenly We Were “In”

    And just like that:

    Sushi nights
    Compound crawls
    Dinner clubs
    Workout groups
    Real friendships

    What once felt like:

    “Where ARE we?”

    Became:

    “How did we get so lucky?”

    Yes, There Were Politics

    Of course there were whispers.

    Some moms wondering why I was included.

    Why me?

    But they were the minority.

    Because Our Situation Was… Unique

    We were:

    • The vending company
    • The only family relocated to Sumatra
    • The only “Bules” outside the distributor compound

    Which meant:

    We weren’t tucked inside the typical expat bubble.

    We were immersed in an Indonesian community.

    The Unexpected Magic of That Immersion

    This is where the story gets really special.

    My Nanny Built Bridges I Couldn’t

    Atik connected with Indonesian families living in our small compound.

    Even without a shared language…

    Connections formed.

    Friday Pool Parties (Yes, Really)

    Every Friday:

    Ladies would come over
    Kids splashing everywhere
    And me… making pasta

    Because apparently I became:

    The compound’s Italian restaurant

    Then the Beautiful Shift

    Over time, they began bringing:

    Indonesian dishes
    Homemade food
    Friends
    Culture

    Suddenly I wasn’t just feeding them…

    They were introducing me to their world.

    A Language Barrier Doesn’t Block Kindness

    We couldn’t fully communicate.

    But we didn’t need to.

    Smiles.
    Gestures.
    Food.
    Laughter.

    Universal language.

    Memories I Will Hold Forever

    Those Fridays…

    Those women…

    Those shared meals…

    Were some of the most genuine, human, beautiful moments of our entire expat life.

    What Indonesia Truly Gave Me

    Not just adventure.

    Not just stories.

    But:

    Community
    Perspective
    Deep cultural connection
    Lifelong memories

    And proof that even in the most unexpected places…

    You can build something extraordinary.

  • Culture Shock Is Real: Things That Surprised Me Living Abroad With Kids

    Before moving abroad, I genuinely believed I was prepared.

    I’d traveled internationally.
    Navigated foreign airports.
    Managed jet lag.
    Handled logistics with a baby.

    So naturally, I assumed:

    “Living abroad will feel like extended travel.”

    What I didn’t realize is that culture shock doesn’t arrive in one dramatic moment.

    It seeps in quietly…
    usually somewhere between your third confusing grocery trip and your fifth attempt at explaining something with hand gestures.

    Surprise #1: Nothing Is Hard — But Everything Is Harder

    It’s not that tasks become impossible.

    It’s that everything requires more:

    • More thinking
    • More translating
    • More patience
    • More mental energy

    Simple things suddenly feel… layered.

    ✔ Opening a bank account
    ✔ Scheduling appointments
    ✔ Understanding forms
    ✔ Navigating services

    Each step manageable.

    All of it together?
    Mentally draining in a way travel never quite is.

    Surprise #2: Grocery Stores Become Emotional Battlegrounds

    No one warned me that grocery stores would become my personal psychological endurance test.

    I didn’t walk in looking for exotic discoveries.

    I walked in with one primary mission:

    Find pasta and/or chicken!

    Not because pasta was rare.
    Not because I couldn’t cook other things.

    But because pasta became my comfort anchor.

    My edible piece of normalcy.

    When everything around you is unfamiliar-language, packaging, brands, layout, your brain desperately clings to something that says:

    “I recognize this. I know this. This is safe.”

    Some people seek chocolate.

    I sought carbohydrates.

    Surprise #3: Mental Fatigue Is the Real Villain

    Even on good days, your brain is constantly processing:

    • Currency conversions
    • Language translation
    • Social norms
    • Navigation
    • Cultural nuances
    • “Am I doing this right?”

    It’s like running a marathon made entirely of tiny decisions.

    By evening, you’re not tired from activity.

    You’re tired from thinking.

    Surprise #4: Language Barriers Are Humbling

    Even basic communication can feel oddly high-stakes.

    Suddenly you’re overthinking sentences like:

    “Where is the bathroom?”

    To cope, I became that person.

    ✔ I made charts
    ✔ I wrote cheat sheets
    ✔ I taped phrase guides to my front door
    ✔ I carried a tiny pocket notebook

    Because sometimes your brain simply refuses to retrieve vocabulary when you’re standing face-to-face with another human.

    My notebook became my security blanket.

    Filled with:

    • Essential phrases
    • Polite responses
    • Emergency explanations
    • Words I absolutely did not trust myself to remember under pressure

    Was it glamorous?

    No.

    Was it effective?

    Also… surprisingly yes.

    Surprise #5: Kids Adapt — But With Standards (Or Not)

    Children are wildly resilient.

    But also famously selective.

    They’ll adjust to:

    ✔ New country
    ✔ New environment
    ✔ Different routines

    Yet many draw a dramatic emotional boundary at:

    ❌ Different milk
    ❌ Bread “tasting weird”
    ❌ Yogurt inconsistencies
    ❌ Anything that isn’t shaped exactly like home

    Except… apparently my kids are not normal.

    Because while I braced myself for picky-eater battles abroad…

    Mine happily ate everything.

    Case in point:

    While we were living in Indonesia, our nanny was feeding my then-9-month-old spicy food.

    Actual spicy food 🌶️

    Naturally, I had a minor internal meltdown.

    Me:
    “Oh no no no, that’s too spicy!”

    Her (calm, completely unfazed):
    “No miss, she loves it.”

    And reader…

    My daughter absolutely did.

    Not a tear.
    Not a complaint.
    Just a tiny human enthusiastically devouring flavors I wasn’t emotionally prepared for.

    To this day, my daughter still loves spicy food.

    Which was honestly eye-opening.

    Just because my gut can’t tolerate spice…Doesn’t mean hers can’t.

    Kids are their own people — with their own tastes, preferences, and surprisingly adventurous palates.

    For Parents of Fussy Eaters (I See You 💛)

    If your child is more in the:

    “I only eat beige foods” club…

    Bringing familiar comfort snacks from home in the beginning can be a huge adjustment lifesaver.

    Not forever.
    Not as a crutch.

    Just as a soft landing during a big transition.

    Because culture shock hits kids too, sometimes through their taste buds first.

    Surprise #6: The Funny, Humbling Moments

    Living abroad guarantees ego-check experiences.

    Like:

    • Confidently mispronouncing something
    • Smiling through total confusion
    • Nodding along while internally screaming
    • Realizing you accidentally agreed to something you didn’t fully understand

    And honestly?

    These moments become some of the best stories.

    Eventually.

    After the mild embarrassment fades.

    Surprise #7: The Emotional Undercurrent

    Culture shock isn’t just logistical.

    It’s emotional.

    Even when you love where you are.

    Even when you’re grateful.

    Even when you know this experience is extraordinary.

    You can still feel:

    • Disoriented
    • Overstimulated
    • Homesick
    • Mentally stretched

    Two things can coexist:

    “This is amazing.”
    “This is a lot.”

    Both are normal.

    Both are valid.

    What Actually Helped Me Adjust

    Not perfection.
    Not instant confidence.

    Just small, stabilizing anchors:

    ✔ Familiar routines
    ✔ Comfort foods (hello, pasta 🍝)
    ✔ Grace for myself
    ✔ Humor
    ✔ Lowered expectations
    ✔ My phrase notebook
    ✔ Tiny pieces of “home”

    Because adaptation isn’t a switch.

    It’s a slow recalibration.

    If You’re Considering Living Abroad

    Here’s the truth no glossy Instagram reel fully captures:

    ✔ Culture shock is real
    ✔ It’s normal
    ✔ It doesn’t mean you regret your decision
    ✔ It comes in waves
    ✔ It gets easier
    ✔ It’s often hilarious in hindsight

    And sometimes…

    Your biggest victory of the day is simply finding pasta in a foreign grocery store.

    Which honestly deserves a medal

    Little Things That Helped During Culture Shock

    Some items that unexpectedly became sanity-savers:

    • Pocket notebook / travel journal
    • Travel backpack (now everyday survival bag)
    • Kids’ familiar snacks
    • Comfort toiletries
    • Small toys / distractions
    • Organizers & pouches
    • Anything that created familiarity in unfamiliar surroundings