2023

According to tradition, what you do on New Year’s Day will be the theme for your year. Should this be true, I will spend 2023 dancing, eating cake for breakfast and waking up to morning cuddles. So far so good.

It may also include

- Helping to clean my boyfriend’s apartment after a house party

- Fixing curtain rails

- Picking up an insane number of odd socks

- Finally posting photos on IG weeks after the actual event

- Trying to eat healthy and at a normal time but then finding myself in the kitchen at 11pm making snacks - Planning to meet up with friends I haven’t seen in ages but never actually setting a date

- Walking the dogs in miserable weather 

- Aaand half-writing blog posts that I end up publishing late *ahem*. 

Oh, and not to mention attempting to get an early night but inevitably going to bed around the same late time anyway.

Still, I’m hoping 2023 can bring about some positive changes. I’ve been fortunate enough to have some amazing experiences throughout 2022, my first full year living in England as an adult. Unfortunately, I have a memory like a goldfish, so I’m hoping restarting this blog will help me to journal some of life’s events, and keep friends and family up-to-date with at least one of the Joneses (see what I did there 😉).

For now however, I will leave you with one of my learnings from the New Year, Vasilopita. Having recently started dating a Greek guy (let's call him E), I've been exposed to all sorts of differing Christmas traditions and foods, including melomakarona (honey cookies) and kourabiedes (almond butter biscuits covered in icing sugar). Basically, if you follow Greek traditions your teeth are going to be singing all throughout the festive period. Vasilopita is a traditional Greek cake or bread served at midnight on New Year's Eve to celebrate the life of Saint Basil, and contains a hidden coin or trinket which gives good luck to whoever gets that slice. The sweetness of the bread symbolises the hope that the New Year will be filled with the sweetness of life, liberty, health and happiness. Cuuuuute.

The way the cake is cut and the pieces handed out vary from house to house, but usually...
- The first piece is for Christ 
- The next piece is for the Virgin Mary 
- And the third piece is cut for St Basil. 
The next piece is then cut for the needy, and then all members of the family, starting with the head of the household, and each member of the family in order, including those who are absent. Pieces are also cut for the house, different family members' jobs and supposedly if you live on an island you can cut a piece for the family’s boat (unfortunately 2022 was not the year I bought a yacht so we passed on that one). 

The number of pieces cut, and the exact order will vary from house to house. However, you should always begin with Christ, the Virgin Mary and St Basil, and there is always a piece for the less fortunate. Even though it was just the two of us on New Year's morning, we ended up with 12 different slices for all our family members, homes and jobs, and given that E was the one that got the trinket in the slice dedicated to his work, we're hoping 2023 will be the year he gets the promotion he's been hoping for!

Here's also hoping 2023 is happy, healthy and full of good fortune for anyone who is still following along this now twelve year old blog!  Καλή χρονιά φίλοι, happy new year friends :) 

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Turn and face the strange. 

I realised upon publishing my last post how much has changed since I last wrote on here. At the beginning of the lockdown I was making plans for all the things I could do with the extra time - no more commuting, fewer classes, no evening plans... but somehow several months disappeared into a thin air. 

A lot has changed since my last post. A whole 7 months passed.  I had a housemate move in (and out), found a hamster (then a home for said hamster), and switched from binge watching Friends to The Sopranos.  I taught online, then in person for a grand total of 7 days, then online again for 3.  

I have two less dogs (one with a happy ending, the other unfortunately not), got significantly larger, then a little slimmer (the quarantine 15 struggle is real), and actually managed to travel out of Beijing for a little over a week. 

Some things, however, didn’t change. I didn’t become a yoga goddess, learn to make vegan cheese, nor make any progress on my “to read/watch later” lists (if anything, the slow internet made me add more to them)!

In all honestly, online learning took a lot more out of me than I expected. 

So I may not have achieved everything I hoped to on my list, but that’s ok.  I survived.  I finished a book. I learnt how to use Zoom, Seesaw and a whole host of online learning platforms.  And the bathroom got re-grouted.  And that for me is enough.

As of November 3rd:
1,804 unwatched YouTube videos on my 'to watch later' playlist.
550 unread emails.
6 unread paper books (+ 1 kindle).
2 dogs.

153 episodes of Friends left to watch.

No more tins of beans.

New Month, New Post, Who dis?

I’ve written, and rewritten the beginning of this blog post several times over the past few months. Not wanting to wait until the new year to make a resolution, I’ve tried several times to make each new month a chance to get back on the blogging wagon. Online teaching made doing anything on my laptop after school almost impossible - after a day of staring at a screen for Zoom classes, emails and marking, I just wanted to lie down in a darkened room and heal my poor retinas.

This month feels different though. I’ve been following NaNaWriMo (National November Writing Month) for a while now, and whilst I’m not going to write out a full novel of my life, it’s been motivating to receive their emails, and a new job means I'm not quite as burnt out after school. (Shout out to Jess and Sarah for their encouragement too)!

It's unlikely that many people will read this, but I find journaling therapeutic, and I imagine it’ll be something interesting to look back on in a few years as often I can't even remember what I did yesterday (hello, 30). Plus, as a teacher I'm constantly reminding students of the importance of writing to become a better writer, so I guess it's time to start practicing what I teach. Maybe I'll start remembering to bring a pen to class meetings too, but I'm not promising anything (isn't that what Evernote was designed for anyway?).

It is, however, hard to write when you're in an exhausted food coma.

I mean, just look at this absolute monstrosity of a meal.

After Church today we went to a Japanese restaurant in Wudaokou for what my friend described as "the best katsu curry in Beijing." It did not disappoint, and the veggie option for once seemed to be the unhealthiest option on the menu. Big win. Deep fried mashed potato with yellow rice and delicious, thick curry, without a hint of anything green in sight. I'm not sure the picture does it justice in showing how big the fried potato balls actually were and the rice that went on for days.

And it was good.

So, so good.

And true, I didn't have to finish it, but we're also teaching students about food waste at the moment. Seems this modelling what I teach is going to have serious consequences for my waist. At least as a millennial I could have the stereotypical, mini avocado toast for dinner as there was certainly no room for anything else.

More carbs was just what I needed anyway.

Until next time,

EJ x

Lockdown!

This afternoon, I watched as the UK woke up to what we’ve effectively been experiencing for the last 9 weeks. Working from home, everything closed but supermarkets and pharmacies, no visitors... but hey, it’s not all doom and gloom. Yes, you may find yourself furiously sweeping behind the fridge at 3am because you can’t sleep, and some days you may lie in bed wondering what is the point in getting up (we've all been there), but hopefully these few points will help you see the silver linings.

You will be glowing
Not touching your face, not wearing any make up, limited time outside in the pollution and under the sun, and less late nights in questionable bars means your skin will look the best it has in years. Use the extra time to do a weekly face-mask for extra pizzazz! And teacher friends, drink as much water as you like - you can use the bathroom whenever you want now. Win-win.

You'll be able to ace any future Master Chef challenge
No pre-made pasta sauce left at the supermarket? No problem! You guys have unrestricted internet access abroad, simply type in whatever you find left in your cupboards followed by “recipe” in to Google or Pinterest. Ritz cracker appetisers made with peanut butter, raw onion and ketchup? You’re welcome.

You will be more sociable in isolation
Got a friend you haven’t spoken to in months as you’ve both been to busy? Now is the time to give them a call. You can ring almost anyone and guarantee they’ll be in, and you'll have something new in common. They may be busy climbing the walls, but hey, your voice might be a nice distraction.

You can give Beyonce a run for her money

If you live by yourself, or you can work out comfortably without scarring your housemates or family for life, then you need to get some YouTube dance workout videos going on. The club better be ready for this jelly.

You will redefine your priorities

I used to think I didn't keep an overly clean and tidy house because I didn't have enough time. No I realise I just don't like it. And living with four dogs, I've learnt to pick my battles carefully.

There is light at the end of the tunnel, you just might have to squint a little to see it.  We'll get there folks.

As of March 24th:
1,418 unwatched YouTube videos on my 'to watch later' playlist.
400 unread emails.
7 unread paper books (+ 1 kindle).
4 dogs and a hamster.

198 episodes of Friends left to watch.

Happy Mother’s Day, Teacher?

Yesterday was Mother’s Day in the UK, and whilst I didn’t get to see my Mum in person, I was able to video call her with my bro, and revel in the fact that I’m such a bloody good organiser - leaving my Mum’s Mother’s Day present and card with Dad when I was home at Christmas.

I’d sent an email in the evening to the parents, thanking all the Mums, Grandmas and Aunties for their support along with the weekly guided reading timetable. I’d got a couple of thank-yous back, which is always appreciated, but today, when I opened my school email, I also got a “Happy Mother’s Day Miss Emma. We love you,” kind of email.

I’ve tried to be pretty chill about the whole online teaching thing - I actually quite enjoy video calls in my slippers and marking with Mao on my lap (and the mute feature on Zoom is a lifesaver!), but that email just broke me. I sobbed. Someone really should invent some kind of emotional-content-filter system on computers for women on special days, and especially at certain times of the month. I’m already fearful to go on Youtube in case I’m recommended a sad dog rescue video. I might not get out of bed for the next few days.

With 10 new cases yesterday, it’s probably going to be at least another 28 days until we go back to school, and I somehow don’t think the new cases are about to drop to zero from today. I often wonder whether I’ll be able to see my students before the end of the school year...  I sure hope so!

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mums, especially mine, and always remembering my Gran x

As of March 23rd:
1,420 unwatched YouTube videos on my 'to watch later' playlist (avoiding it like the virus)
405 unread emails.
7 unread paper books (+ 1 kindle).
4 dogs and a hamster.

198 episodes of Friends left to watch.

To school or not to school...

24th February, 2nd March, 16th March... every time I get an email from HR I anticipate another delay. Some teachers were hopeful and thinking we would be back to school now, but as we end up the sixth week of online teaching, I do start to wonder if we'll be back at all before the end of the year.

I don't mean to sound pessimistic, but it honestly wouldn't surprise me. When Hong Kong announced back at the beginning of February that they wouldn't be going back to school until at least mid-March, and then 20th April, I guessed we'd be going back much later than that. After all, they've had much fewer cases than in the mainland.

Then on Tuesday, Hong Kong’s Chief Executive, Carrie Lam, announced that schools will not be able to reopen on 20th April, as previously planned. With 7 million people, Hong Kong still has fewer than 170 cases and four deaths, and 38 people still in treatment. Whilst some other provinces in China are hoping to go back soon, in Beijing we currently have a total of 479 cases, with 8 deaths and 92 people still in treatment. Let's face facts, with a population of 21.5 million people, and the number of imported cases now increasing, we're not going anywhere.

I might invest in a decent office chair. I've heard Ikea is quite quiet as of late. Probably because no one can go for a cheeky nap or game of cards in one of their showrooms anymore.

Crime scene or a new shopping experience?

Make yourself comfortable doggos, I'm going to be here a while.

Vet Visits and Veggiefied Noodles

It appears the UK is so busy with storms and flooding that today we got their usually crappy weather.  It seemed to be continuously raining without actual drops falling from the sky, like walking through an endless soggy cloud.
   

The community police-folk had kindly woken the doggos at 8am (on a Saturday!) to check my housemate's registration papers again, and unable to get back to sleep I indulged in a bit more Friend's watching and losing time on Pinterest. Originally looking for Chinese breakfast ideas (who knew I might actually miss school food), the morning magically disappeared and it was soon time to start thinking about lunch. Sticking with the Chinese theme, I recreated a version of the Omnivores DanDan Noodles, sans porc of course. I also tried to create my own chili oil. In the past, I'm sure Drew and I just threw chili flakes in to a jar of oil and hoped for the best - what amateurs! It was fun to do, my only wish was that I owned a funnel.
  

 Use all the spices!

Still, I'm thankful to finally have hot water in the kitchen which made cleaning up the aftermath that little bit easier. The first two years I was told by the letting agent that a hot-water tap in the kitchen is "non-essential," and used to have to wash up in cold water or by boiling the kettle. No wonder people are getting sick, smh.

In the afternoon, I left the house! I was able to take Bao to the vets, and if I'm being perfectly honest I was dreading it. Given how much my previous elderly foster dog had gone through; months of medications, blood-tests and a blood transfusion, eventually ending in an emotional euthanisation (and an exceedingly large vet bill), I wasn't sure what to expect. She'd had a blood test about a month ago, and found that certain levels were high, possibly due to liver or gallbladder issues - a result of living off a diet of rubbish (trash for my American friends) for a fair amount of her life. She'd previously been put on a kind of doggy-multivitamins, that seemed to be working well and given her a bit more energy. Thankfully, I was able to pop to the eerily empty shopping mall over the road whilst she had her blood tests done, and came back to find that whilst some levels were still off, the vet remained hopeful. Given her age, her condition, and the fact that she currently has a healthy appetite, he was reluctant to put her on any further medication in case it upset her stomach.
  

En route to the vets!

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to do anything about her snoring though, as medically it's not a problem, nor a sign of anything more serious.

It's just... so... loud!

Still, I'm just thankful she's doing ok. Next step will be to try and find her a permanent home for when I leave China. Let me know if you know anyone looking for an elderly snorasaurus...

As of Feb 29th:
1,400 unwatched YouTube videos on my 'to watch later' playlist (damn you recommended homepage!)
495 unread emails.
7 unread paper books (+ 1 kindle).
3 dogs and a hamster.

1 jar of chili oil.

198 episodes of Friends left to watch.