Being an expat
Some days ago, I’ve found out the blog of The American Resident, a woman from the States living in UK, and the longer I read it, the more I wondered if I saw myself as an expat. To be honest, labeling is not my cup of tea, I let my feeling take anywhere. I’ve been living in Ireland for almost six years and now when I drop by Madrid, I realise that the city and I are changing in different directions. I feel like home because of my family and friends. However, Dublin is my home as long as my husband is living there.
Sometimes I wonder if I would ever settle down somewhere. On the other hand, I don’t think I should worry about it. There are people who never will.
Posted in Inner places | 2 Comments »
November 2nd, 2011 at 2:31 am
I didn’t want to see myself as an expat but as an immigrant and then eventually as a citizen, which is one of the reasons why I moved to Canada. I wanted to fit it.
Being an expat is fine but I think you do need a home after a while.
November 5th, 2011 at 10:25 am
I’m feeling this way maybe because I’m still searching for a place to call my own
I don’t want to be an expat but an immigrant (and who knows, maybe a citizen one day!)