I wrote this about a month after I first arrived in Cape Town, South Africa – thought I should re-post.
March 2, 2010
Living as an expat is one of the most exciting yet stressful things a person can experience. It allows one to be a voyeur, able to watch with fascination, but also lends itself to isolation and loneliness. It teaches us tolerance and patience and acceptance of differences, yet can cause the deepest frustration, rage and sense of self-righteousness. It stretches people’s limits and fosters unbelievable personal growth while also pushing people to their limits, often to the edge. Expat living allows one to see his or her own culture more clearly, yet also perpetuates exaggerated idealism and a clinging to what is known.
Anyone else feel this way?