Travel is one thing. But living in different countries is a whole other experience. It’s not all 5-star resorts and guided tours. It’s probably closer to backpacking but with much more than what can fit in your pack, a house bigger than your average mansion and a maid thrown in for good measure.
I’ve always wanted to see the world and always knew I’d do a lot of traveling. But never did I think I’d be living in different parts of the world, not just experiencing different cultures, but becoming a part of them.
An expat life would normally include the following:
:: initial local house hunting debacle in areas that all look the same
:: hiring a maid immediately upon moving into said house
:: glomming on to the first expat you meet, asking them a million questions and instantly calling them ‘friend’
:: zeroing in on what will become your coffee drinking hangout and mapping out the fastest way of getting there
:: figuring out the local customs… and adhering to them no matter how stupid you feel at first
:: massacring the language you’re desperately trying to learn in an attempt to tell the maid how to iron your husband’s shirts
:: sundowners… EVERY. NIGHT.
:: saying good-bye to above mentioned friend as they move on to their next posting
:: maids and gardeners!
:: driving to 3 different stores to buy enough groceries for dinner (if you’re lucky, the roads will be paved)
:: deciphering driving habits of the locals and hoping you quickly learn the bad habits so you actually avoid accidents
:: enjoying the hot weather every day sitting by the pool (if you so desire)
:: experiencing the culture up close and personal, through weekend excursions or longer vacations throughout the country
:: and, just as you’re settling in, you find out it’s time to say good-bye to the closest friends you’ve ever had and start again in a new country
One woman's quest for bliss and balance in an insane world - her own head.