It was only a matter of time.
There's never been much reason for the kids to visit Rumah Dave (Dave's house) - and I imagine that behind the gates and walls this house might have been seen with a sense of a mystery. But now that Rumah Dave has become Rumah Charlie, curiosity has conquered fear.
At first it was just a couple of girls, who approached with apparent trepidation, asking from the yard if Charlie would like to bermain (play). But today they ventured in through the gates, to door step. Chartlie wheeled over his toy box, and before long they were sitting inside on the floor, sharing his colouring books and other toys.
It's beautiful to watch him interacting with other kids despite the language barrier. But when you think about it it's not all that different to playing with toddlers back home, where they are all only just learning English.
One man's musings on simultaneously becoming a stay-at-home dad and relocating to a new country. May include examples of creative efforts in writing,music and photography, though more likely just irregular updates on life in Jogjakarta, and the challenges and triumphs of learning how to be the primary carer in a country where you can't speak the language. All images, unless otherwise stated, were photographed by me.
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