Episode 15: Headscarves and Money

This week is all about money, money, money, money! Money! Specifically, managing your money when living abroad!

Abi AK talks about the best ways to manage a lavish lifestyle in Dubai without breaking the bank, and Maame B discusses saving for a rainy day and becoming a Melbourne deal-chaser! Don’t forget to rate, review and subscribe, and use the hashtag #headscarvesandcarryons to let us know what you thought of the episode!

Image credit: currency by icongeek from the Noun Project

The Red Desert

The desert is a heavy blanket that wraps you in a red heat. This is how it felt to visit Uluru in the Northern Territory for the first time. I spent too much time at the airport getting there, making the flight connections that usually come with cheap plane tickets. But once I arrived, greeted by the wooden cradled lodgings and friendly smiles of staff, I finally understood the laissez-faire stereotype usually associated with Australians, who welcome you calmly with their hospitality even though it’s 35 degrees outside and there could be a snake at every turn.

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Turn The Lights Down

My thighs ache. The balls of my feet feel strained under the hard wooden floors. The temperatures rising. My arms are up in the air and my chin is pointing towards the ceiling. Tonight for the first time, at just about half past ten, I’m surrounded by darkness and only one thing matters in that moment. Because for the first time in history, it’s going to start raining men. The beat drops like a thousand raindrops on my face and if I could freeze frame mid jump in the air like a 70s TV show star, I would. IT’S RAINING MEN, HALLELUJAH! IT’S RAINING MEN, AMEN!

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The Hair Thing

Oof, I have not posted in a long while. Sorry to any die hard fans of this blog, but I have been distracted with that old chestnut we affectionately call ‘life’. So what exactly have I been preoccupied with? Oh I don’t know; dealing with my hair identity, my expat identity and my relationship status/identity. So let’s deal with the hair stuff first; or start from the top, as they say. Pun well and truly intended.

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The irony of impermanence

Here’s the thing about living in a new country on a one year visa; everything feels pretty impermanent, because it is. It’s kind of a slightly lengthier version of the classic question; if you had one day left to live, what would you do? Thankfully I have more than one day left to live; I have a year (OK more than a year but you understand my clunky extension of the saying). My point being, you find yourself living as if you will never get the opportunity to live this way again. Which is kind of true no matter where your are in your life. It just feels more poignant once you’ve relocated to another country.

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Eye openers

So last weekend I was travelling on a train minding my own business, on my way to see Do The Right Thing at the Kino Cinema on Collins Street. They were celebrating 30 years of being open in Melbourne, and so were showing 80s and 90s films, and offering tickets at 1987 prices, as well as $1 popcorn, so you know I was down. I was excited, I was running a little late, and also, I noticed that I couldn’t see that well. And so the eye saga began.

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Making moves

​I’ve had one big “First Step” goal since I moved to Melbourne; get a place in the city and live there. It sounds simple but as it turns out, it’s not. Because no matter what country or city you live in, there will always be people trying to convince you that the garbage-hole they’re selling, is actually just a mansion-in-the-making, but you’re just not trying hard enough to see it. To this I say “pah!” and “pfft” because quite frankly, I’m tired of house hunting and words have escaped me.

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When you’re the one who leaves

Leaving a place can be hard. But being left behind, that’s harder. I’ve been living in Melbourne for almost two months now, and on the whole, I’m having a good time. I’ve never had any qualms about leaving home; in fact my propensity for running away from things that irk me is almost legendary. Despite that, I have always, in some way, returned to and found solace in London.

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