A little over a year ago I uprooted my life and relocated it to Middle America (of all places). Despite being a researcher professionally, I actually did very little research about my new world before I moved. America is a first world country and I was used to third world so if I could survive in one then surely I could figure out the other right? Uh… Definitely not one of my finest moments of ‘logic’. Apparently you adapt, and to a large extent I guess I have, but there are so many occasions I feel very much like it’s my first week all over again. There are many creature comforts that come with this first world life (hello high speed internet and online shopping!) but I’ve been surprised by the amount of things that I’ve missed over the last year.
If you’re anything like me your Facebook feed is a constant stream of world conquests making my adventure hardly unique. There’s also an abundance of travel blogs telling you just what you’ll miss on your global adventure and how to deal with it. I’ve simply stopped to reflect on my time in this strange place and how it has given me a new appreciation for my life (both past and present) and a deeper love for the country that raised me. I took this last year as a challenge: Can I do a year without…?
A year without… Stuff
Most definitely an inheritance from my mother was the philosophy that ‘you never know when you might need this‘ and between us we have a pretty impressive collection of Stuff. However, when you have a 2 suitcase – 60 kg luggage limit and are heading to the coldest winter you’ve ever experienced you sure find your priorities quickly! Over this last year I’ve often marveled at the life I’ve managed to build from just these two suitcases. It has also been a cold turkey cure to my hoarding tendencies – turns out you really don’t need much to live comfortably.
A year without… The Familiar
Everything is different here. E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. The food is different. You have no idea what to order off menu’s or what you’d like or even how to order. The doors work the other way to what you’re used to. They drive on the other side of the road. Despite being an English speaking country and being an English speaker, people struggle to understand me. The way people interact is different. The way people dress. The sports culture insane. The way of life bizarre. The weather (oh gosh!). Let’s not forget the use of Freedom Units (as my boyfriend affectionately dubs it) rather than Metric. I still don’t know how much a pound is – or how far a mile – or what the weather in Fahrenheit is for that matter. While this makes for a very exciting adventure at first, it does get incredibly frustrating and can be very alienating at times. However, this has given me great appreciation for things that are familiar. I just about cried when I went to an international market and turned into the South African isle and saw things I recognized! I am grateful for these moments of familiar. Being in the deep end has also taught me to embrace the ‘familiar’ here and find new things to take comfort in.
A year without… Transportation
I was lucky enough to be raised in a family with 2 cars, and when I was old enough to drive had my own car. I’ve had the privilege of freedom to move where ever I wanted virtually whenever I wanted. Now a year since I’ve driven a car, I am particularly grateful for this opportunity. Columbus has an amazing bus system that means you can get around the city fairly easily and inexpensively. This is definitely not true for Joburg – the building blocks are there just no where near as ‘user friendly’. I am starting to miss it (a little) but what I’ve found is that not driving has slowed down my life pace significantly. Relying on a bus schedule to move around makes things predictable. It also makes you plan your movements better and not travel as far away from home. I live 10 minutes away from my office but the current bus route means it’s a 20-25 minute trip. This has given me almost an hour a day that I now fill with reading. Not the scientific journal articles that my boss desperately hints I would, but actual novels. Turns out I love reading, I’ve just never had – or rather made – the time to discover it.
A Year Without – A Network
When you stay in one place long enough you become part of the furniture. You also become very well connected. Between the various area’s of my life I knew a fairly diverse group of people and between my connections and my connection’s connections it was easy to track down someone who had access to whatever you need. In addition to this, there are people who you can always call in a favor with or who owe’s you one. It’s an incredibly humbling experience to realize that my network became just me and Google. Not that Google hasn’t been a lifesaver on many occasions, but it’s not the same as knowing who to call when…
A Year Without – Culture
More specifically South African culture. I’ve always felt that any trip overseas gives you a better understanding of where you’re from. Actually living overseas – being completely immersed in a new culture – magnifies this learning curve. I’ve come to deeply appreciate how South Africans live in community. Everyone’s got to have a tribe. If you don’t, you get adopted into one very quickly. Food is an essential part of social interaction. It was very strange for me to arrive at my first 7 pm party and dinner not being part of the event. I miss the energy and the noise and the vibrant colours of South Africa. Having so many different cultures in a small space has forced these cultures to intermingle and this has created something special that I very much miss. There is just something about multilingual conversations coupled with the South African sense of humor. We’ve created a way to communicate that really doesn’t translate outside our borders. We are also inherently more connected to our surroundings than what I’ve experienced in America. We live with the land not on it and was something I didn’t realize until recently and I think this has made us less wasteful.
A Year Without – Family
Perhaps this point goes without saying and is probably every expat’s biggest struggle. Love them or hate them. Hate to love them or love to hate them. Family makes home home. I’ve been blessed with an incredible family – and friends who I consider family and I appreciate them more now than perhaps I ever have. My family are who I long for the most. I miss fighting with my brother. I miss curling up on the couch watching Disney movies with my best friend. I miss long chats with my dad about the world. The list goes on and on. Something I had’t expected is how much I miss my pets and just how much they’re family too.
Finally A Year Without – Having a cup of tea made for you
Over this last year I’ve come to realize how much of a privilege it is to have someone else make you tea. In the Land of Coffee, being a tea drinker makes you a mythical creature. Asking for milk with your black tea makes you a unicorn. Apparently, kettles are not standard kitchen equipment. Caffeine comes from coffee machines (and more often than not Starbucks). It is also not something had after dinner. Needless to say if I want a decent cup of tea the only way I’m getting it is if I make it. No big deal it only takes a few minutes – so I was really surprised to discover just how much I miss this simple act. Firstly, it means you’re not alone. Secondly, if you’re drinking a warm beverage it means you’re going to be there a while making it an opportune chance for real connection. For me a good cup of tea is a hug that you can drink, so the act of having tea made for me is a very loving thing. You’re being hosted, cared for, welcomed. An everyday part of life that I crave.
There’s been something oddly liberating knowing that I can (semi) figure life out even being dropped in the deep end. It’s a journey that’s far from over. Turns out I can do a year without more than I’d ever imagined – and challenging myself to be without has actually brought me more than I could ever have envisaged.