Landing was the easy part
Sometimes as I write, I drift into la-la land...land of cloudy memories from the past. Sometimes these memories become physical cravings, like the one I just had. The urge to stand and walk down 9th St to Astor Place and Broadway for a stroll through Warehouse Wines. I don't want a drink (although a bottle of vodka or some honey wine, or maybe a small bottle of that German ice wine I loved would be nice), really, but just want to GO there.
Landing was the easy part. It's dealing with the memories that are hardest.
Part 2...
So, after memories, the second hardest part of living in a foreign country is realizing you have no idea where to go. In the city, I knew where to get the cheapest bananas, which Duane Reade had the best selection of holiday candy, and which gallery had the free open bar that night. Here, in a place where I can't read the local paper and I'm constantly being treated as a foreigner, you feel lost. The door to fun is locked and you weren't given a key. Granted, the key -- mastering the language -- has to be earned, and my desire to learn is starting to weaken.
OK, time to return to proofreading something that was due last week. No time for strolls to the cube, even if the stroll is only in my mind.
Landing was the easy part. It's dealing with the memories that are hardest.
Part 2...
So, after memories, the second hardest part of living in a foreign country is realizing you have no idea where to go. In the city, I knew where to get the cheapest bananas, which Duane Reade had the best selection of holiday candy, and which gallery had the free open bar that night. Here, in a place where I can't read the local paper and I'm constantly being treated as a foreigner, you feel lost. The door to fun is locked and you weren't given a key. Granted, the key -- mastering the language -- has to be earned, and my desire to learn is starting to weaken.
OK, time to return to proofreading something that was due last week. No time for strolls to the cube, even if the stroll is only in my mind.