Oh dear reader(s). I have been slow to post. I am a bit of a perfectionist. I have been writing the wittiest and most insightful post about ex-pat life. Specifically, how immersion in another culture has affected me. How it has helped me learn about myself. How it has helped me to become more familiar with my own culture by comparison. I had funny anecdotes about taking my kids to the States for the Summer, like the time my daughter couldn’t figure out how to flush an American toilet. I had deep wisdom about consciously fostering connections to American culture for my kids. You may roll your eyes at all of this, but it was brilliant I tell you. You should have read it.
I never hit “publish” on these draft posts because each time I finished, the essay was already out of date. By the time we went home for the Summer, I was well on notice that we might be moving back to the States any minute. By the time the post on “Living in Limbo” was finished, it was out of date as well. The decision had been made. Which ironically meant cutting “American Summer” short to return to London to pack out.
London has been very good to us and I will always be grateful that we were able to stay for two years past the original assignment. In truth, I wouldn’t have chosen this summer to move on. I feel like there was more to be done and so much more to see. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough to peel back all the layers of this modern/ancient melting-pot of a metropolis.
Next up: Connecticut. If you think this sounds like a straightforward transition back to white-picket-fenced America, you’d be wrong. Consider for a moment that in my 40 years, I have never lived outside of a city. Our new home is in the WOODS. With windows on ALL FOUR SIDES. Surrounded by NATURE. Once when I was seventeen I stayed on a farm and I had insomnia because it was TOO QUIET. It is completely novel to me that our neighbors won’t have a view straight into our living room or be able to hear every argument conversation through the walls. And that’s before I even get to the part about having actual closets. Seriously. There are Lots Of Closets.