All of us single female young expats seem to have a huge obligation to appease our mother-gods. We have already wronged them by moving far away to a DANGEROUS TERROR-FILLED LAND. So we must make amends.
We do this in a variety of ways, trying to set their minds at ease.
At Christmas, one of my socialist comrades went to mass in Jakarta, just to appease her mother in Sydney.
Another one of our ranks made a silly video for her family for Christmas.
I send emails like this to mine, just so she knows I am fine.
"Before you ask, no, I wasn't one of the 250 people on a ferry that sunk between Sumatra and Kalimantan. Just to clear that up."
Otherwise, I get emails like this:
"Did you feel the earthquake? Are you ok?"
"I didn't feel it mother, I live in Jakarta, the quake was in Papua. It's a long way away."
Appeasing the mother-gods. It just makes life easier. If I didn't send these emails, I'm sure I'd have no friends at the Australian Embassy in Jakarta. Mum would though. They would have bonded over loooooooong phone conversations.