About Expats

There’s something about certain expats that seems to push the wrong button at times. I’m registered with a few of these expat websites and every now and then I’ll pay them a visit and click links of other expats living either in London or Amsterdam [or elsewhere]. Just out of curiosity and in search of a bit of entertainment. This is how I met a few really nice people online who can be found in my expat list below. I started reading their blogs because there was something nice to read, a positive, friendly and non-quitter attitude.

Of course expats have a right to complain about certain things in their host country but when a person is only slagging off each and every single aspect of the host country then it causes question marks in my head. Especially if it is about the Lowlands or about the UK. I’m not patriotic, I left the Lowlands for a reason but I wouldn’t say it was that bad as some would want us to believe, same here in the UK. I feel that if you decide to move, you should adjust to the host country and try your utter best to integrate.

I read several blogs and was surprised to see how some are capable of posting one nasty complaint after another about the host country and praising their home country like it’s paradise on earth. Time for a wake-up call perhaps? I’m tempted to leave a comment asking why they don’t go back ‘home’ if they hate it that much, but I contain myself *most of the time*. Over the weekend I ended up on this website of an American family who’d moved to London, I read a post about Halloween written by the mother.

What struck me was that she was slagging off the fact that people in the UK/London, don’t celebrate Halloween, they were called mean because they had signs on their door letting people know that they won’t answer it. Question that pops up: what’s wrong with honesty…? It was then implied that Halloween was typical American; the Brits could learn a thing or two. Now this is where I start to feel the button being pushed… It was the tone in that post accompanied by a picture of the sign mentioned above.

It’s the arrogance: not everything in this world is American or about America you see… If she would’ve known the facts she should’ve said it was originally an Irish celebration, which is older than the history of the USA. *Ughh* I can’t really blame her though, Europeans tend to leave the kind of heritage information out that goes back more than two generations, that’s because we have a history that extends way beyond 1776 and we most certainly don’t feel the need to keep reminding everyone with each possible occasion.

There also seems to be an extreme gap between those expats who only need to follow hubby’s well-paid career path and entertain themselves [see example above] and those who made an independent decision to make the move, which clearly shows a divergence in attitudes and people, but perhaps that’s a different post altogether.

Energy Rush

I feel so energised today I have no idea what’s going on, perhaps because I came to terms with certain things thanks to a friend who reminded me who I am, bless him. I received a sweet unexpected email from him while he is somewhere out there on the road and it so made me smile from ear to ear, such a wonderful surprise. I have some energy rush and it’s such a strong one that I could face going to my favourite love-hate store today to buy storage boxes for some clothes.

I have a major moth problem this year that needs to be solved as soon as possible so there is a plan of attack which I started last week and today 3/4 of the plan has been accomplished: cleaning out wardrobes, drawers, reorganising them, putting clothes that I don’t wear in bin bags so I can take them to the charity shops and putting all the moth repelling products where they belong. Some of my good woolen garments have already been damaged by the little buggers, hence my drive to nip this problem in the bud.

Tomorrow morning I’ll be getting up at 07.00 to go to my first car boot sale here in London which will be at the car park of the hospital where I was hospitalised almost a year ago. I’m on a treasure hunt for nice English porcelain teacups and saucers with bright colours, flowers and wonderful golden rims, the ones that only exist in the UK and in fairy tales. I want different kinds, colours and sizes because each day calls for a different angle or view, I’m not a plain woman and neither will be my teacups *hehe*.

This Sunday I will be meeting up with an old friend from the Lowlands. We have been friends for ages while I was a teenager but we lost contact ever since I moved to Amsterdam to study and live there. I haven’t seen her in a long long time. She will be here to film/make a documentary and I’m really looking forward to seeing her for a few hours. She’ll send me the details of where she’ll be staying tomorrow so we can make plans, she wanted to see me on Monday as well after a shoot somewhere North of London.

Work is good and I’ve finished a lot over the last few days. I’m pleased with myself for making such good progress. I do feel that at times when you need to solve a problem [design-wise, coding-wise] it’s best to put it away for a while and try again later. I did that with some php files that I needed to adjust. I had been staring at them for days but couldn’t come up with a solution so I worked on other things in the meantime until this morning. I solved the problem in half an hour, two problems actually… Taoism *hehe*

Well I’m off to enjoy my weekend, have a good one yourself!