Reflections on being an expat
It’s been two years since I boarded a plane in Washington, D.C., took off in the midst of a thunderstorm, and landed about seven hours later in Brussels on the first day of spring. Today I’m pondering what it means to be an expat.
The moment the plane’s wheels touched the tarmac at Zaventem, I became a member of the “third culture,” one that is neither fully here nor there. To be an expat is to be someone who makes a home in the space between where you’re from and where you are. It’s to live both inside and outside the world beyond your door.
Expats are both bold and careful. They go where they’ve never gone before, but they watch their steps. They observe quietly. They glance over their shoulders. They substitute smiles for words. They imitate and participate. They try to be good guests on their way to being good citizens. They are more than tourists but less than natives.
Like sci-fi space travelers, expats experience life in multiple dimensions at once, building bridges between familiar and unfamiliar customs, native and foreign terrain. It’s hard to feel fully yourself when the context for all your interactions has changed. This is why expats spend so much time exploring their inner geography. To live abroad, you have to be willing to rewrite your story, envision alternate plots and endings, and yet know what’s unchangeable in the shape of your character.
Expats are like hardy plants with shallow roots. Plucked from native soil and transplanted in new digs, expat lives are thoroughly topped and pruned in the relocation process. After the initial shock, we manage to grow back greener and fuller. Sure, we may occasionally wilt, but ultimately we thrive in all sorts of conditions. Expats are people who bloom where they are planted.
March 21, 2007
© 2007 Veronica McCabe Deschambault and V-Grrrl in the Middle. All rights reserved.
Reader Comments (14)
...Maybe I am an expat in my soul.
:)
Right now the plan is to move back to the U.S. in summer 2008. I go home to visit for the first time in July.
And that's why I really enjoy your perspective on being an expat. I love reading about your time away from 'home', because it's like I'm vicariously traveling through you.
You've GOT to post on that. I'd love to hear about what that change has meant to you.
I'm a little nervous about moving back--I know it won't be the same and I'm wondering how I'll process the whole experience.
ps. my last post is a little on the R rated side for language. I had a pretty rough day and vented on my blog.
When my husband was a kid, he was evacuated out of Algeria during the Seven Day War. A crowd was gathering outside of his parents' house pelting it with rocks. The State Department sent a car and got them out of there. Everyone was instructed not to say a word and his mother's flawless French got them through the airport and on a plane. All they had with them was what they could stuff in a suitcase.
I'm glad my expat experiences haven't been THAT exciting because really, I'm NOT adventurous. There are lots of places I'd never go.
Regarding being a "repat", apparently it's a lot more difficult than people expect, and there are many books and courses available to help people deal with it. The main problem is that your "home" has changed since you've been away, and you've changed and grown in different directions too. Some find it more of a problem than leaving home in the first place.