Showing posts with label America. Show all posts
Showing posts with label America. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Arriving and First Week

Blog Post About June 2021

When we arrived in Istanbul, we were all SO tired. It had been a big week and we had such a late flight.

This is Karis and Keira after a small breakfast.



June 20, 2021

When we landed, we were finally in the same time zone as Kylie, but it would be another two weeks before I would see her. 

First, I had to get my cell phone hooked up, and then we had some shopping to do before we started traveling everywhere.

The dance studio that we have been a part of in the past told me Keira could come to their dance camp, so that helped tremendously!

After Karis and I went to Old Navy, Kohls, TJ Maxx, and two Targets, we were worn out and we hadn't found much. Selections were scarce. We decided to just go sit somewhere and order things online.

We also had a few advisor visits at Texas A&M.

After four days, it was time to travel to see my parents. This is how the six of us communicated while we were apart. Three of us in South Texas, one in Tennessee, and two in the Middle East.









































June 25, 2021

We stayed three nights with my parents and we also went to church, and then we went to see Doug's parents.






























June 29, 2021

We had high hopes of finding better shopping options in their town. 

We went to Target, Old Navy, Kohls, Claire's Boutique, Bed, Bath & Beyond, Ollies, Sam's, and Walmart in a two day span, and I think we found enough to get by :) The tough item to find was good, reasonably priced luggage (I was going to take some things back for a friend, and I needed some extra luggage space)

After three nights with them, we headed back to our base.

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Thanksgiving and an Experiment

One evening, right before Thanksgiving, our team went to play laser tag.  Keira was sick, and I stayed home with her; however, on Caleb's birthday in January, we ALL played, and it was a lot of fun!


November 27, 2019

Thanksgiving morning, some Americans (and Dutch) played a game of football. Keira still wasn't feeling 100%, so I stayed home, but Doug and Caleb joined in the festivities.


They were put on opposite teams, and had a fun time covering each other.

Caleb's team won.


Later that day, we decided to have Thanksgiving at a restaurant again.  The chef from the restaurant we celebrated in last year moved to a new restaurant.  Last year, my teammate had helped the chef with the menu, and it was just for us, so with it being publicized for the whole city, we weren't sure what the set-up was going to be.


There was a buffet and plenty of food, but he changed some recipes and used some different spices this year, and it just didn't taste as good to me.

But it was still nice to all eat together, and Keira's fever was down, so she joined the festivities.

November 29, 2019


Right before Thanksgiving, I took a chance on getting my hair colored. 

I had never done that before.

I thought about getting some blonde highlights to make the switch to grey a little bit smoother; however, I was very nervous about getting my hair colored in a country where a majority of the salon's deal only with dark brown or black hair.

I finally found I guy I trusted and held my breath.

And it was quite a process!


Keira was not excited about me getting my hair colored.  

She wasn't sure she was going to like it.


It turns out, he did just what I wanted!


This was five months ago, so when I get to America you'll get to see my roots and grey, but it was fun while it lasted :) 

November 23, 2019

Thursday, May 15, 2014

It's the Smallest Things

It's the smallest things that take me back.  Today it was a fly.

I was cooking breakfast, and a fly buzzed around my head.  My mind quickly went back to Uganda.  Flies were such a common part of my kitchen and life there, but this small fly today made me realize that I haven't seen a fly indoors in a long time.

Sometimes, on the rare chance I hear a rooster or goat, I am also reminded of my home back in Uganda.  It can be the wide roads and shoulders, the variety of choices at the grocery store, the ice in my glass, the availability of Dr. Pepper, my lack of car horn use, a clean smell, or wearing sweaters in air conditioning.  They all still catch me off-guard a little sometimes.  The smallest things will take me back in an instant.

And of course, there are things that never happen here, but I remember them as part of daily life there.

There is no one sweeping my grass/dirt at 6:30 in the morning.

I can't smell what the neighbors are cooking unless they are grilling out.

No one stares at me when I go out.

No one yells "Mundu" or "Mzungu" when I am seen walking around.

It's VERY quiet here; plus, my windows are shut.
Can you believe that my neighbors don't know when I'm going to the bathroom?
And there is no one patrolling around my house at night on foot.

I haven't filtered water in almost a year, and I've been brushing my teeth with sink water.

Not once have I had to check solar before doing a load of laundry.

And I don't have to buy meat and cheese three months at a time (although I could).

If you haven't figured out, we are still in America.  Father's plans are different than ours, and I'm so glad, because His are better.  We anxiously await what He has in store for us.

We've had quite a few adventures, but I never thought to share them because they're America-type things that you're used to.

We had originally been living in my hometown, with my parents, but as we saw our time on this continent was being extended, we knew we needed to find another place to live.  Through the workings of Our Creator, we are now living in another town we love, but the drawbacks were we had to leave our church, friends, and the kids' schools behind.  The kids weren't quite up to enrolling in a new school, so I started home-schooling again.  We're now finding our rhythm with school while having a baby around.

None of this is our plan, but we are confident in the One who is working "all things for good."

God speaks in a still, small voice, and He imparts amazing wisdom to us.

It's the smallest things that move and change us, and for me, today, it was a fly.


Thursday, May 23, 2013

Watch Out!



As we shift our thinking to living in America, there have been several discussions about what life might be like. 

When the kids left America they were 7, 5, and 3. 

Now they are 10, 9, and 7. 

Surprisingly, there is not a lot my 10 year old remembers, so I don’t expect my 7 year old to remember anything at all.

These are some things I’ve heard since January:

*What is a driveway?

*Why doesn’t anyone in America have gates to their compounds?

*Me:  “Try it.  You’ll like it.  It’s Uncle Ben’s rice from America.”
            “Who’s Uncle Ben?” (child A)
            “I don’t have an Uncle Ben.” (child B)

*Me:  “I’m sorry you won’t be able to take art lessons in Yoakum.  It’s not really a big enough town to offer all kinds of services, and…” (before I could finish)
            She said, “…they don’t want to go to war to get more land?”

*I don’t know if I have a favorite planet…It’s probably earth.”   (not really about America – but funny)

*No wonder they are the Dallas Cowboys! – They are in Dallas!  Dad, were you a Dallas Cowboy?” 

*(Still learning about American football) I like the Buccaneers because they are pirates.

* I showed them an eraser mate pen, and they were in awe.

*Me:  “You will have to carry water carefully to Doc & Doe’s table from the kitchen because they don’t have a water filter by the table.”
Child:  “Where will we get water from?!”

*Ever since I was robbed the second time, Caleb has been hypersensitive about how I hold my bag, what I leave in the car, and our car, in general.  The other day we were in Kampala, and Caleb watched our car the whole time we were eating.  He told me if anything happened, he would call 9-9-1.  Too bad it’s the wrong number AND the right number is not supported in this country.

*One of my children has a shirt from her grandmother with a longhorn head on it.  She asked the other day, “Why do we call it ‘Boo Horns?’”  (No offense Soroski’s J)

Doug’s been trying to explain the rules of American football to Caleb.  He’s never seen a game played, so it’s a little difficult.  Thankfully, Xbox has helped.  My kids only know “football” as soccer, and since we don’t have television access, they haven’t seen much of that either.

Our kids don’t know the rules to baseball, basketball, or pretty much any other kind of organized sport. 

Our kids don’t know many team names for any sport except the Texas Aggies and the Yoakum Bulldogs.

Our kids have been using shillings as money for three years.  We’ve been working on the coin amounts in the United States, but sometimes we get confused.  Whereas your kids may know easily that 3 quarters can buy a soda, my kids won’t quickly know how to make $.75.

In the culture we have been living in, picking your nose in public and staring at complete strangers are completely acceptable actions.  Unfortunately, we may or may not have been known to do this on occasion. 

Our kids are not used to wearing shoes.  We have been known to show up at a restaurant, only to find that one or more children had forgotten their shoes at home.

A couple of our kids aren’t great at saying the “Pledge of Allegiance” or singing the “Star Spangled Banner,” but they are learning.

We’ve also lived for three years under the metric system.  Miles and kilometers are now blurred together.  All of their sodas have been in liters and milliliters, and we buy flour and sugar by the kilo. 

Another scary thing is “toilet flushing.”  We never know when the town is going to shut off water for the day, so from the beginning, we’ve had our children only flush the toilets on the “necessary” times.  After three years, we are trying to re-train them to flush EVERY time, and the training is going slow.

I saw a sign on Teen Challenge Primary School in Malaba, Kenya, last year, and it wraps up a lot of the confusion in my kids’ heads right now.  Their school motto:

“Challenging the Challenging Challenges”

So with all this in mind (and more things I haven't thought to mention), watch out America, the Taylors are coming. :)