Some of you might dimly remember, back in May of 2014 my wife Kate, who had just completed her Masters degree, got a surprise offer to go and teach in Singapore on a two-year contract. We figured that an opportunity for adventure like this didn’t come along just every day, and besides, what was two years, anyways? We’d come back with all sorts of stories to tell. I maybe wouldn’t even go full time. I could stay in Anacortes working as a shipwright, and she or I would go or come to visit on holidays and stuff. . .
I had invested a considerable amount of time and energy and money and passion into developing as a wooden boat shipwright and professional yacht joiner after all. It formed a great deal of my identity, as did sailing and using the boats I had built or owned. I put thousands of hours of practice and study towards this goal. What could possibly lead me to give all that up?
Well (SPOILERS AHEAD) eventually it came down to a simple quality of life issue. After spending a month in Singapore helping Katie to set up camp, after I came back, I just wasn’t satisfied. I had gotten a glimpse behind the curtain, and came to the inescapable conclusion that I was working too hard, for too little pay, in a country that I now realized had a dramatically lower standard of living than what I had imagined was possible. Plus, I totally missed my sweetie, and the whole long-distance relationship thingie was far less endurable than I had so blithely imagined beforehand. It got harder and harder to rationalize why I was continuing on with this two year plan. . .and especially since Kate was absolutely thriving in her new environment. I flew out for a week at Thanksgiving to meet her–and it turned out to be the final straw.
By Christmastime, I had sold all my shares in the boatyard, got a renter for our house, and had moved to Singapore full time. I got a job running the MakerSpace for a fancy, up-scale international school–which keeps me in tools and supplies for every fun little hobby you can imagine. And since I’m now working on a school year schedule, same as Kate, we’ve had the privilege of months and months of shared time off to go travel and explore the world–or at least we did before COVID hit, anyways..
And here it is almost eight years later, and I’ve never regretted that decision even a tiny bit. Life in Singapore is utterly different from what I had done before, but it suits us ever so well. I enjoy coming back to the PNW once in a while for a visit, of course–Rowan is still there, staged on her trailer, ready for action. But I do not see many paths that could lead me to willingly return to the US to live again. We sold our house in Anacortes. We are full-on ex-pats now.