Here I am... In London second time...
I lived in this country 18 years ago for a year.
I was single, student and living with a family.
This time I live with my family, not working, have a child and house to take care off.
It is a total different experience and I decided that I will write in English sometimes.
I have lived more than 14 years of my life abroad and I have many foreign friends and even though I am not marketing my blog ... yet...I thought if I do one day it may be accessible to more people, so there you go, you have the reason.
Being a dependent housewife:
I have worked all my life, well that is not true since I was 20 years old and I quit my work last June 2018.
I knew it would be hard to be a "housewife" but did not think I would fed up already before I even complete my 3rd week as a housewife.
The house was dirty well it is the kind of the house looks great and clean but when you are in you realize how much work it requires. I scrubbed the millions of fitted wardrobes, kitchen closets and toilets. I finally managed to open all the boxes and organized the rooms and fitted everything in the wardrobes.
And I still need to clean the doors, windows, garage, garden, heater core (this is what google translated I mean kalorifer petekleri) and the carpets... Carpets oh boy how can you clean this on your own , impossible, need to find a professional cleaner and I did not get to that one yet. Also I am being stingy. First I was not even touching the carpets with bare food and terrorizing my daughter you touched the carpets with bare food and now going in the bed?!!!! How could you!?
But I don't want to do any of it anymore, I decided I can try to survive without doing that cause life is short and hopefully we will leave the house soon and move to another more convenient house such as smaller and has no carpet and has wooden floors.
Also life is easier for people who don't care much about cleaning. People like me shorten their life with cleaning, I have a mom with OCD and how crazy it makes her when she fights even with the wind, cause of the wind, the house gets dusty and she can kill my dad when she touched the refrigerator with his wet hands! I can't be like my mom and also I realized that the more I act like my mom the more my daughter ends up like me. I can't do that to her! So she was relieved when I told her you can touch the carpet with your bare food and still go to bed, you should have seen her face. Poor her what have I done to you...
Cleaners:
I was cleaning and at home almost 2 weeks without going out, the only time I went out was weekends and to do grocery shopping. I found a good cleaner and cook but each time she comes she finds all my buttons and pushes them... hard... such as how can you even enjoy in this house and country, there are lots of things to do, you will kill yourself, you will have no time to enjoy, meet your friends a;patrt from cleaning. What is the point in living in this big house if you can't enjoy. You need a full time helper, even that is hardly enough, sometimes people also have cleaner. You will end up cleaning the house all day all week...
Why are you paying so much money on rent, for the rooms you don't even use?! Even rich people are clever they chose better location but live in smaller flats and with less furniture. You have so many furniture, if you don't use why keep them.... and goes like that
By the way she is expensive in this country it is damn expensive and she complains each time she comes to me, you live in zone 5 it cost me extra money, you are too far, you are the only one who is that far... and she remembers to add I like you that is why I come (the underneath message is, I can leave you any time I find the replacement, don't count on me!)
And on our third week she changed the day second time and hoping to have her tomorrow but I know she will dump me as soon as she can. The reason I put up with her despite talking too much, charging too much, complaining and depressing me is; she is a good cook and I need her desperately. Despite everyone says cooking is a phobia for me. I don't know why, it takes time, cleaning after is a drama, they may end up not tasty and even it is tasty your husband and child may not like it and I go furious when they do not appreciate my hard work. So she comes home cooks 6 dishes and clean the kitchen and bathroom, chats, talks and that 8 hours is over and bye bye 100 pounds.
I still like her cause she gives me ideas on how to cook, what to buy which cloth and detergen is good for cleaning, she is like a mother figure for me. Oh by the way of course she complained on the first day what? you don't have this this brand,? not this cloth, how am I gonna clean the house. You don't have cumin (kimyon?!) you have only red onion, you don't have blender and so goes on.
I realized I have many things are missing or not functioning in my kitchen. How can I function under these conditions so I shut myself even more so I need to do everything to make her happy and depend her more cause she can still cook and clean with whatever she has.
I hope I will love cooking and and I will not be afraid of that and can master how to cook in half an hour and create magics... one day...
I walk here and love walking especially in the nature and our house is in an amazing area where it is so green and quite. I always find myself saying"how beautiful is that I love green and this weather and nature" I admire and definitely not take the nature for granted.
Garbage sorting!
I did not know that it was gonna be a drama in my early weeks.
I did not know when they take which color and shape of bins.
I have 8 different garbage bins, 8!!!
How can a girl coming from a third world country can figure that out in 3 weeks.. I did after my 2nd week cause I had to otherwise I was gonna live in garbage and get fine any time after neighbors complaining about the garbage.
After we moved we had many boxes were not opened yet so I had to empty them and we just threw the boxes (tens of them maybe even 40) randomly next the the bins and one day my neighbor came and warned me nicely that they will not take them unless I flatten them and maybe even tie them with a string and give them tips.
Then I started doing that and it took me ages and thanks to my husband he put some rubbish in some of them so I had to sort that out and they were disgusting. I started to sorting all the trash according to recycling (glass, paper, plastics), garden waste, food waste and normal waste.
Still they did not take the boxes.
One Monday morning I woke up at 6.30 am and started waiting for the garbage men. They came and told me we cannot take it call the council and tell them what you have and they will come and take it of course you will have to pay. I have to pay for that?! I was so annoyed, I don't want to pay for my rubbish in this expensive country. Luckily the company which moved us agreed to come and take them despite the fact that we missed the 14 days of dead line. Thank you!
I was so relieved and happy when all those boxes gone and I even managed to got rid of some of the things I don't use anymore such as curtains (they were too big and long for this country's windows) and some items do not work or broken. What a relief... In this country you cannot throw anything, you need to pay for people to get rid of stuff, that is why there are companies they come and take your stuff free even though they are in good condition no one will take it otherwise. The second market does not seem very good either cause carrying them is so expensive no one wants them unless they are free.
Shopping: What to buy where to buy, which shop is the cheaper. Food shopping, cloth shopping and all. It takes time to figure them out. I asked friends, I went and looked around, tried different markets. I cannot say still I have figured them all but I am getting there. There is a Turkish market which can be a life saver sometimes.
These were the main challenges I have been facing among.... the many others....
I lived in this country 18 years ago for a year.
I was single, student and living with a family.
This time I live with my family, not working, have a child and house to take care off.
It is a total different experience and I decided that I will write in English sometimes.
I have lived more than 14 years of my life abroad and I have many foreign friends and even though I am not marketing my blog ... yet...I thought if I do one day it may be accessible to more people, so there you go, you have the reason.
Being a dependent housewife:
I have worked all my life, well that is not true since I was 20 years old and I quit my work last June 2018.
I knew it would be hard to be a "housewife" but did not think I would fed up already before I even complete my 3rd week as a housewife.
The house was dirty well it is the kind of the house looks great and clean but when you are in you realize how much work it requires. I scrubbed the millions of fitted wardrobes, kitchen closets and toilets. I finally managed to open all the boxes and organized the rooms and fitted everything in the wardrobes.
And I still need to clean the doors, windows, garage, garden, heater core (this is what google translated I mean kalorifer petekleri) and the carpets... Carpets oh boy how can you clean this on your own , impossible, need to find a professional cleaner and I did not get to that one yet. Also I am being stingy. First I was not even touching the carpets with bare food and terrorizing my daughter you touched the carpets with bare food and now going in the bed?!!!! How could you!?
But I don't want to do any of it anymore, I decided I can try to survive without doing that cause life is short and hopefully we will leave the house soon and move to another more convenient house such as smaller and has no carpet and has wooden floors.
Also life is easier for people who don't care much about cleaning. People like me shorten their life with cleaning, I have a mom with OCD and how crazy it makes her when she fights even with the wind, cause of the wind, the house gets dusty and she can kill my dad when she touched the refrigerator with his wet hands! I can't be like my mom and also I realized that the more I act like my mom the more my daughter ends up like me. I can't do that to her! So she was relieved when I told her you can touch the carpet with your bare food and still go to bed, you should have seen her face. Poor her what have I done to you...
Cleaners:
I was cleaning and at home almost 2 weeks without going out, the only time I went out was weekends and to do grocery shopping. I found a good cleaner and cook but each time she comes she finds all my buttons and pushes them... hard... such as how can you even enjoy in this house and country, there are lots of things to do, you will kill yourself, you will have no time to enjoy, meet your friends a;patrt from cleaning. What is the point in living in this big house if you can't enjoy. You need a full time helper, even that is hardly enough, sometimes people also have cleaner. You will end up cleaning the house all day all week...
Why are you paying so much money on rent, for the rooms you don't even use?! Even rich people are clever they chose better location but live in smaller flats and with less furniture. You have so many furniture, if you don't use why keep them.... and goes like that
By the way she is expensive in this country it is damn expensive and she complains each time she comes to me, you live in zone 5 it cost me extra money, you are too far, you are the only one who is that far... and she remembers to add I like you that is why I come (the underneath message is, I can leave you any time I find the replacement, don't count on me!)
And on our third week she changed the day second time and hoping to have her tomorrow but I know she will dump me as soon as she can. The reason I put up with her despite talking too much, charging too much, complaining and depressing me is; she is a good cook and I need her desperately. Despite everyone says cooking is a phobia for me. I don't know why, it takes time, cleaning after is a drama, they may end up not tasty and even it is tasty your husband and child may not like it and I go furious when they do not appreciate my hard work. So she comes home cooks 6 dishes and clean the kitchen and bathroom, chats, talks and that 8 hours is over and bye bye 100 pounds.
I still like her cause she gives me ideas on how to cook, what to buy which cloth and detergen is good for cleaning, she is like a mother figure for me. Oh by the way of course she complained on the first day what? you don't have this this brand,? not this cloth, how am I gonna clean the house. You don't have cumin (kimyon?!) you have only red onion, you don't have blender and so goes on.
I realized I have many things are missing or not functioning in my kitchen. How can I function under these conditions so I shut myself even more so I need to do everything to make her happy and depend her more cause she can still cook and clean with whatever she has.
I hope I will love cooking and and I will not be afraid of that and can master how to cook in half an hour and create magics... one day...
I walk here and love walking especially in the nature and our house is in an amazing area where it is so green and quite. I always find myself saying"how beautiful is that I love green and this weather and nature" I admire and definitely not take the nature for granted.
Garbage sorting!
I did not know that it was gonna be a drama in my early weeks.
I did not know when they take which color and shape of bins.
I have 8 different garbage bins, 8!!!
How can a girl coming from a third world country can figure that out in 3 weeks.. I did after my 2nd week cause I had to otherwise I was gonna live in garbage and get fine any time after neighbors complaining about the garbage.
After we moved we had many boxes were not opened yet so I had to empty them and we just threw the boxes (tens of them maybe even 40) randomly next the the bins and one day my neighbor came and warned me nicely that they will not take them unless I flatten them and maybe even tie them with a string and give them tips.
Then I started doing that and it took me ages and thanks to my husband he put some rubbish in some of them so I had to sort that out and they were disgusting. I started to sorting all the trash according to recycling (glass, paper, plastics), garden waste, food waste and normal waste.
Still they did not take the boxes.
One Monday morning I woke up at 6.30 am and started waiting for the garbage men. They came and told me we cannot take it call the council and tell them what you have and they will come and take it of course you will have to pay. I have to pay for that?! I was so annoyed, I don't want to pay for my rubbish in this expensive country. Luckily the company which moved us agreed to come and take them despite the fact that we missed the 14 days of dead line. Thank you!
I was so relieved and happy when all those boxes gone and I even managed to got rid of some of the things I don't use anymore such as curtains (they were too big and long for this country's windows) and some items do not work or broken. What a relief... In this country you cannot throw anything, you need to pay for people to get rid of stuff, that is why there are companies they come and take your stuff free even though they are in good condition no one will take it otherwise. The second market does not seem very good either cause carrying them is so expensive no one wants them unless they are free.
Shopping: What to buy where to buy, which shop is the cheaper. Food shopping, cloth shopping and all. It takes time to figure them out. I asked friends, I went and looked around, tried different markets. I cannot say still I have figured them all but I am getting there. There is a Turkish market which can be a life saver sometimes.
These were the main challenges I have been facing among.... the many others....
