Look! I remember how to log into this blog! Which really calls more into question my password changing practices and not so much my memory…
So here I am a couple days after our anniversary of arriving in Paris… which let’s have a quick update and reflection:
Paris Season… 5ish…
So since last post:
- Bought an apartment
I know other things have happened but seriously dudes that made my… year… decade… life. Super happy in our own chez-nous in Paris. I keep thinking we will regret it when our loan payments come out each month but then. I just. don’t. Because it is friggin’ awesome.
Anyway this takes a lot of effort and much of our life has been a bit saturated with home-needs. We started looking last February, our offer was accepted last April, everything was official in September and we have been living here since October. Since then lots of home projects which eventually I may share with you kind internet blog black-hole.
- Still at the same job! I speaka the French every day! And I am now moving into a new position. In the last year the product I work on has launched in France, Spain, Switzerland, Germany and Austria! In addition, we have released a major project which was a collaboration with the Irish team. And soon we launch in the UK and Ireland. Boy this past year at work has been… eventful and unbelievable! Lots of stress and responsibility but very rewarding and I have gotten to travel a bit with the job and work with other nationalities which is my favorite part.
- All our siblings are married off! Which meant 3 trips to the US in the last year.
- Still teaching dance on the side but not dancing as much as we would like
- Returning back to Yoga thanks to the awesome Affordable Yoga Fitness.
- Still loving France
- Learned how to roll sushi.
- Family came to visit and we have spent quite a bit of time in Loire lately. And look forward to more family and Loire in the future! Life is good.
- Plotting my next adventures thinking to take some time in Spain as I take back up Spanish (because I am loca) and Asia (I know big… but I am open)
Moral of the Story: Being an Expat = Prepare to Not be Prepared (AKA Adultness)
I will not bore you more with my Sheila News of the Year but leave you with a tidbit of reflection (still a high chance of boredom could arise).
Easy for you to say… you are a lion
Being an expat/transplant/immigrant (because let’s get real ‘expat’ is just a white privilege fancy word for immigrant) has ‘gotten easier’ as in I am now used to not being used to things.
Moving to a new country, is relearning everything (when perhaps you had not already figured everything else out in your old country) instead now you must do it again in 1 or 2 years rather than 18.
- Registering/applying so you may be allowed to live there and work (a bit of the expat birth)
- learning to speak (in the case of moving to a country with a new language)
- learning about doctors, police, laws, social rules, where to buy random things that before never were a question like… the metal thing you put in your drain to catch stuff or Birthday cards
- obtaining your driver’s license
- Social Security subscription
- Translation of all documents: marriage and birth certificates to prove you exist
- Asking yourself questions you never thought you would have to like: ‘Will I be socially shunned if I slice the cheese in this fashion?’
- The answer is Yes.
Now add a layer of figuring out HOW and WHERE to do the above with the vocabulary of a 2 year old.
I have not learned just how to ‘to be French’ but I have learned HOW to learn.
So I advise you several things:
- Get used to it… the sooner you accept things will be hard and learn adapting/problem solving skills the better.
- I know you love your expat friends and they are a great comfort and resource as they know and have done what you have done, but also meet locals! Really just meet as many people as possible. They add to your experience and comfort the blow.
Now on year 4 starting… things feel easier but then BAM! New life experience demands awkwardness/growth (now things that I have never done even back in the US that are just adult responsibility evolutions). Like filing taxes as a home owner!
And then suddenly Expatness feels a little less a state only for us sorry/masochist types that have immigrated more like just like…