What is it about some expat living that can make us so darn, blue-in-the-face angry?! Didn’t we move away from our home countries with the things we knew, families and friends we love; for better lifestyles? More sunshine, fewer working hours in some cases, the ease of driving everywhere (no tube, subway, train delays etc); perhaps a better social scene…
Do you ever find yourself reminiscent of the person who would deal with a crisis in a calm and rational manner, often being the person others would turn to, as you’d always know what to do and how to handle the situation so so well. Yet now you find yourself in one of the many restaurants you eat in and even if the water is served at room temperature and not cold as you’d requested (room temperature? ROOM TEMPERATURE?!), you find yourself in a blaze of anger and dripping in some sort of cold sweat!
So why does ‘sir’ rise to an anger similar only to what we’ve witnessed in an episode of the Incredible Hulk when his cutlery set is incomplete (well did the Hulk ever eat his wagyu steak with a 10 plus marble score, without a fork – did he, DID HE?!) and what makes ‘madam’ wound so tight that she would snap even if a taxi driver so much if he even dares to suggest an alternative route to take (just stick to the way we all know and the fare will never increase – it may decrease, but frankly it’s best for all our sakes that we just never even tried).
Okay so I apologise a little bit here, I’m making us all sound like spoilt little brats. The fact is for the majority of us, we’re exactly the opposite of that. Actually raised with exceptionally good manners and for the British amongst us, more likely to say everything is in perfect order before raising the slightest complaint! Let’s face it – the stresses of moving abroad, adapting to another country, making brand new friends and sometimes relationships, can put a strain on any person. However the point I’m raising here, is that we expats also do have it pretty bloody, damn good!
Let’s remember folks that life is to be laughed at. When we all climb down from those high peaks of pure and seething rage (though let’s not try to get there in the first place!), we actually regale the tale and frankly, piss ourselves laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Shaking our heads and saying “only in <insert relevant expat country>”
So remember this – beautiful surroundings, beautiful people, better prospects, better climates, new friendships, new opportunities, the start of a journey, an ongoing journey, the chance to travel, the chance to build a new, different or better life – wherever you choose to go as an expat.
I feel my blood-pressure lowering already…