An anthropologist told us before we moved overseas that we’d go through four phases. The Tourist phase where everything is exciting. The “I hate everything / Why did we move here?”phase. The “I think I can live here OK” phase. The Gone Native phase. It sounds like you skipped the I Hate it Here phase altogether! You seem well adjusted.
I completely relate to this. Immigration or migration can be very difficult, but there are moments where, three years later, what is new or beautiful in this new place continue to cut through the quotidian activities of bills and doctors and shopping for that thing you need. Parenthetically, I do find that my reluctance to leave my terraza does slow down acquisition of stuff. I still enjoy my one or two empty cabinets or shelves.
Absolutely. It’s freeing to not have so much “stuff” weighing us down anymore. And the beauty that surrounds us on an ordinary day is a little bit magical. 😊
An anthropologist told us before we moved overseas that we’d go through four phases. The Tourist phase where everything is exciting. The “I hate everything / Why did we move here?”phase. The “I think I can live here OK” phase. The Gone Native phase. It sounds like you skipped the I Hate it Here phase altogether! You seem well adjusted.
We've mostly adjusted. Some things have been harder than others. But to be fair, I've always claimed to have been born on the wrong continent. 😜
I completely relate to this. Immigration or migration can be very difficult, but there are moments where, three years later, what is new or beautiful in this new place continue to cut through the quotidian activities of bills and doctors and shopping for that thing you need. Parenthetically, I do find that my reluctance to leave my terraza does slow down acquisition of stuff. I still enjoy my one or two empty cabinets or shelves.
Absolutely. It’s freeing to not have so much “stuff” weighing us down anymore. And the beauty that surrounds us on an ordinary day is a little bit magical. 😊