When I lived in Europe, a part of me felt right at home, although I hated snow; the lack of the suns rays affected my mood. Although the German mentality was harsh for my sensibilities, I found them similar to the French… a friend for life. That’s my m.o. None of that here today, gone tomorrow BFF nonsense for me. Had I been able to escape the long winter it would have been ideal. What I found most favorable is that I discovered literary places in no time. And I developed friendships with other artists that came from various countries.
I never felt that way in New York city; it seemed to be much more of a culture clash than a foreign country. I left with only one friend, a single woman who was a sensitive and talented writer my age. Her parents were from Ireland.
I thought New York was an infinite space… it left me with the feeling of being lost. Lost, not only in the city, but within myself as well. Each time I took a walk, I felt as if I were leaving myself behind.
The reason for my ease in a foreign country is that I grew up with foreign parents, and having “culture” in the suburbs was then an abnomally. Being raised and educated in the U.S., I was not in my parents world either. Thus I felt like an outsider, living between two cultures. I experience that now; a misfit; a city girl living in the desert , where I’m too old to be young, but too young to be old.
Drinking coffee on the go
Large food portions
Alma Mater obsession
Believing that the U.S.A. is a super-power
Fake appearance (nails, implants, white teeth)
Walmart (One-Stop Shopping)
Violence in the Media
I am incredibly grateful to have lived my life elsewhere, as a multicultural experience. And to be able to share it with others. Have you ever lived in or visited a foreign country long enough to hear the quirks that others believe? Tell me about it.