Sunday, February 9, 2014

I'm Working On It

Being abroad is beautiful, magical, exciting. It not just allows us the kind of life we want for our family, it gives it to us in bounty. It isn't always easy:

I'd rather not turn on a water heater and wait 20 minutes to take a hot shower.
I'd rather not have my power go out and have to plug the coffee maker into another outlet.
I'd rather not have to light the stove with a match.
I'd rather not go to the supermarket to buy spinach to find out they're out of spinach. Really? No spinach? This week it was broccoli. Last month it was no mushrooms.

But all of those things "I'd rather nots" not "I can'ts." They are small inconveniences. Things that now don't phase me. I'd actually say that those inconveniences have made me a more person: more patient, more understanding, more down to earth.

But I will never get used to being far from my family. 

When I was a kid, my mother would drive me to sleepovers. By midnight, she was driving me home. She described me running from the house to her car like the devil was on my heels. 

When I was a teenager and my father worked evenings, I would snatch up my pillow and head for my mom's bed. No sense in either of us sleeping alone. 

When I graduated high school, I debated two schools: one in Boston, one in NYC. I went with the one that was closer to home. 

When I graduated college and friends talked about their plans of renting a place, I talked about moving back home. There was never a doubt that that's where I would be going.

When Then Boyfriend/Now Husband asked me to move in with him, I went home and talked to my mom about it first. Actually I went home to talk to my mom and grandmother since we all lived under the same roof. I was 29. 

Being far from family has been the hardest struggle I've faced here. I want my kids closer to their cousins. I want my kids to see Tia everyday. I want to see Rafa sitting with Abuelito in his chair. Or Abuelita holding Santiago. I don't want to tell them the cute things Rafa is starting to do, I want them to see it firsthand. I want them to tell me You know what Santiago did today? 

I'd say that I could get used to just about anything living abroad... except this. This doesn't get easier. I wish I could pack my mom and dad and sister and nephews into my 50 pound weight limit suitcase and bring them with me to our current destination, to our next destination. Because I honestly think that if they would just come along on our travel adventure, there would be zero downside to this abroad lifestlye. Z-E-R-O.

I'm working on it. 
Mom... retired.
Dad... retired. 
I'm working on it. 

The cousins
Rafa loves her cousin.

Thanks to In an Opal Hearted Country for organizing the February Expat Blog Challenge opportunity.
Day 8: I Will Never Get Used To...


  1. You're right. That never gets easier. My little sister just had her third baby. I missed it. I still haven't held her in my arms... :(

    1. i know. it is so hard whenever my mom says they are going to my sister's house for something and i'm like Damn it!! I wish i was there for more things but (cause there is always a but) the time i am home now is much more quality time than when i lived there.

  2. You hit the nail on the head with this post. That is why we are moving back to North America in May even thought we desperately want to stay in Melbourne.


Pull up a seat and leave your comments on the bar.