I was talking to a good friend the other day that has lived in Asia for a number of years and she explained it to me like this, “Trish, being an expat means you are bound to have extreme highs and extreme lows. It’s a lot like a roller coaster. When you’re at the height of the climb everything seems wonderful and exciting. Then when you start to descend you realize that you’re far from home and slightly disconnected from the world you’ve known and trusted and all of the things that you find so amazing about your new home are not as exciting to most people because they are not living it with you and they rightfully find it hard to fathom what you are going through. So really, they just don’t care the way you do. And it gets lonely at that point. But then you start to slowly shift your attitude back to the positive and start enjoying the things around you again that you used to enjoy. And I’m sorry to say that you’ll go through these emotions over and over while you’re here.”
This conversation came about because I confessed that my first year in Taiwan I had magnificently discovered that I had found a pair of bright pink rose-tinted sunglasses that I proudly wore all year! I chose to see everything as beautiful and everything as an adventure. I didn’t live in a huge, smog covered, over populated, dirt stained city with constant rush-hour traffic. No! I lived in a beautiful tropical city that took pride in sweeping their worn down, black soot covered sidewalks and placing artwork and statues in random places to add beauty. I didn’t see buildings that were falling apart from neglect or torn signs built on bamboo frames that were not strong enough for the gusts of wind that bounce off the harbor side of the city. I chose not to see the stray dogs and instead saw animals that are fed with scraps of food from random street vendors and the backdoors of various restaurants as healthy dogs who belonged to the city (Some are even given collars even though they don’t have official owners). I chose to be patient with the heavy traffic and the lack of road rules. I chose to accept that culturally the traffic flows like a river and the only way to survive without an accident is to follow suite and weave in and out of lanes just as everyone else does to keep the traffic moving forward. I chose to make learning a new language an adventure and not see how incredibly hard it is to learn 4 different sounds (minimum) for the same word! And I chose to see everyone as giving and kind-hearted and not see how badly they can sometimes treat each other (most expats seem to get special attention). Mostly, what I chose not to accept is that I was an expat. That life does not happen the same way it does “back home”. That I would have to say good bye to some of the people that had showed me what it is to really be adventurous and open-minded. That I would have to watch my kids cry as they said good bye to their new found best friends who were moving back to their “homes” when the year was done. I had not fully prepared for this part of our journey so ever-so-slowly I began to misplace my rose-colored glasses.
Now that I am starting my second year as an expat and am unsure how long I will have the amazing opportunity to live in a faraway country I have to consciously look for the beauty and see the positive. I have to once again make life into an adventure and go out of my way to find new and exciting things to try (these experiences that once fell into my lap are now fewer and further in between). And slowly but surely, I’m remembering to bring the rose-colored glasses with me.
A scooter parking lot |
These blue trucks are all over the city and serve multiple purposes. They rule the road so watch out! |
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