Tuesday, 7 June 2016

Expat life. aka Musings. aka Wherever I lay my hat.......






I realised driving back in the car over the weekend that Delhi was suddenly home, albeit a topsy, turvy, crazy, mental one! It got me thinking......

Expat life is such a roller coaster of a ride. Friends back home see the good parts, the trips away, the meals out etc. don't get me wrong life is good and I'm not ready to change it just yet. Unless you're an expat or have been one you don't see the boredom at time, trying to find 'normality', the fight to get the simplest of things organised. What would of taken one phone call, one shop visit, can take numerous calls, broken promises, time wasted. But all that comes as par for the course. Even the simplest of things take on gigantic proportions, seemingly insurmountable. 

The roller coaster really becomes tummy churning when you put so much effort into putting yourself out there, trying to make new friends, doing things you'd never done before, pushing your comfort zone so far you can't see where it started... or where it finishes. You surprise yourself over and over again, tears, tantrums, you're proud of yourself, you've made new acquaintances, friends, found a way to untangle yourself with those you realise aren't 'your type. Those tears and tantrums become smiles and laughter. You realise your new life is now home and you're relaxed and comfortable. But, there's that thunder cloud always lurking over that distant hill, the fact in time, perhaps sooner than expected or maybe years further away, the thunderstorm will hit.... crash, bang, flashes of electricity...... you'll be uprooted again and have to start all over again. The friends you've made, the emotional effort you've put into making those relationships, again you'll be saying au revoir to, hoping that it won't be a final goodbye. Get back on that roller coaster, strap yourself in....deep breath and slowly chug your way up to the very top and hold onto your stomach as you tip over the edge........