Of surviving that first year.

I only showered at 4:00 pm before my husband came back from the office.

This was my routine for the first 4 months after I left Colombia very much in love to live with my husband in South Africa. This was 2009. Now I am living in Netherlands since 2011. Eight years have passed since I took a plane out of Colombia.

They said I could read a lot as I love reading. Didn't have the energy to read. They said I could write as I love writing, what could I write about..feeling so lost...

I considered myself a Global Citizen. I had the privilege of travelling over 20 countries before, had been several months in Canada, I was an open person to adventure or that is what I thought.

We landed in South Africa on June 2009 in winter there. 4 degrees welcomed us and suddenly we were taken to a supermarket to see what we needed...do we need something right now? I asked my husband. Going into a supermarket can be the most challenging thing you can do landing in a new country. In spite there are brands you know and recognize everything feels new, things you think are similar to what you know are not...and of course...if it happens...I had to start shopping in Dutch two years later with hardly the language.

I felt overwhelmed. New country, the moving and adventure soon settles in into routine, security issues in South Africa are very high so leaving the house was challenging, not one but 11 or  new languages being spoken in the street, volunteering was almost impossible and getting a job even more. My marriage started to suffer the consequences.

Suddenly things changed:

I got offered a two week position in the Embassy of Argentina. I said yes immediately. I had a reason to get out of the house. We discovered new Shopping Malls. I joined my husband every Friday and whenever possible in the Activities in the Foundation he was working. We started enjoying the spectacular nature of South Africa, we met friends, we started having a life.

Same thing when we landed in Netherlands two years later and starting over again with one difference as we had a child and going out was important. One month of feeling lost, one month of feeling lonely and nostalgic wanting to run away back to Colombia. But things changed.

How did I survive starting over again two times.

1.  Went out. Staying locked in a country you don't know is tempting but you will never get to know your surroundings and feel at ease. Go out as much as you can even if it rains terribly like here in Netherlands. You can meet people, you can see what activities are in your neighborhood and very quickly starts feeling almost home.

2. If you are like me look for a job. Even a volunteer job. I am one of those persons that need to work.I can imagine myself being terribly rich and still going to work. I can not honestly picture myself in the times of Downtown Abbey when all you did was spend your day in the sitting room...

3. Look for common groups. In my case in South Africa the Foundation was close enough to what the YMCA was for me in Colombia. In Netherlands I belong to a group called Amsterdam Mamas.

4. Ask around. We always asked people what to do or where to get things. We got very good tips in South Africa of beautiful parks or restaurants. Ask, ask, and ask...don't be ashamed. In Netherlands we couldn't put my son in day care so we asked and we got offered an amazing play group where I met moms from around the world that are now my friends.

5. Start learning the language. In South Africa most people speak English, but Afrikaans was another, and Zulu was another etc. Saying a few words in other languages made it easier to have friends in South Africa. In Netherlands makes you have self confidence as speaking Dutch is already challenging itself.

6. Be patient with new friendships. New friendships may take a while( still working on mine in Netherlands). You will find that you may meet someone and think there is a connection and the turns around the person never talks to you again..or you may find a friend for life. Being part of the international community means also that you may need to say good bye...many times...and also that they will be saying good bye to you. Is painful, time consuming and exhausting. But sometimes in the process of making friendships you find wonderful people and feel welcomed.

7. Take a step at a time. Is not a day at a time..is a step. There will be days...where everything feels bad, out of place, not integrated enough, where all you want to do is eat your own food, have a hug and be with the people you love. There are other days that you feel that home is where you are right now. And there are days with both. So I have learnt to take steps. See how it goes, every day, every moment. If I am feeling low I grab some good comedies and let myself watch for hours laughing here and there. Or if I am feeling nostalgic maybe go to a Colombian restaurant. If I am feeling strong, look for courses that attract me and maybe  even be brave enough to go to them with my Dutch that is not so bad but can be better level.

8. Do what you love. In my case reading, writing, movies, expositions, dancing and  a nice dinner in a restaurant. Honor what you love so you respect it. Don't negotiate it. This is what fills you with energy and if you don't do it you will find yourself completely overwhelmed. I am also someone who needs some time alone. Take that time. Take those moments to spoil you.

I have this phrase over my desk from the movie Brooklyn.

"You'll feel so homesick that you'll want to die, and there's nothing you can do about it apart from endure it. But you will, and it won't kill you. And one day the sun will come out - you might not even notice straight away, it'll be that faint. And then you'll catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past. Someone who's only yours. And you'll realize... that this is where your life is."

Sailing the fields of Exhaustion

Today is my last day of sick leave and I am sitting on a train  on my way back to Amsterdam from Cologne. I haven't written in  a long time, always with the  wrong excuse that I am busy when actually  writing for me is like breathing. My days  are filled with mental notes: this could be a blog, this could be a column and even could be a book.

Anyway, when you are an expat or an international in another country than yours life is full of firsts: first time of certain food, first time shopping, first winter. Now one year and a half after I started working full time I am for the first time( and hopefully last ) sent to sick leave because of excessive stress and exhaustion...at home and at the office.

I am not going to go on details on why I ended here. All I know  is that my learning curve as being out of my country for almost 6 years increased dramatically having to confront with myself. I was forced to stop...and with it feelings I had hidden or ignored for a long time came crashing through.

I recognized how I haven't really grieved dreams or hopes I had before embarking on the adventure with my husband to follow him to South Africa and to Netherlands. I simply compromised all I was to be with the man of  my dreams. I love him dearly but I just covered and chocolate coated whatever thing I had planned in my never boring life in Colombia. That is not always good.

I also noticed how many small things I am missing still. Me, in my effort to adapt quickly to the country I call home was starting to think that nostalgia was no longer in my life and that I will be okay without whatever helped me define before: my family, friends, music, food and even all the experiences I had that brought me up to this point. I even forgot how important they were and how much I enjoyed them and learned from them even when they were  complex. Hence, I am embracing it: Nostalgia...you are welcome back into my life!

This brings me to my next point: adapting. I am hearing the speaker in the train and I formally understand two of the three languages spoken and I use my intuition to understand the third. Dutch and English being the first two...German after some classes that I took once and Dutch sounds more logical. This could mean that I am totally adapted to the perfect organization and structure in Netherlands but I have to confess that after these two weeks I can see that cultural shock is still there. I still feel an outsider, I still feel clumsy and insecure and I miss my culture and I also miss the culture I was in South Africa. Accepting this...is making it easier to digest.

All this takes time. I crave for the day I wake up and the feeling is I am really at home, everything feels well and is going to be okay. Meanwhile, I am back to baby steps finding, re finding myself  and reinventing me.

LEARNING.

Signals are everywhere. It has been more than a year that I updated my blog, my journal is left untouched in my bedside table; here I am a person who dreams to be a writer who hasn’t written more than some press releases and mails. Maybe once in a while inspired I wrote a nice message to a friend in the distance or describing in my best words my life after a year and a half in South Africa but that’s it. Now thanks to a couple of movies: “Julie and Julia”, “Letters to Juliet”, “Eat Pray and Love” and even “Motherhood,” I noticed how much I miss doing this: WRITING; especially when I have written the last 7 lines without stopping much to think.

It has made me wonder why most of the Expats I have met as well as the blogs sometimes I read of other woman who are far away include one chapter in their life’s in the distance where they seem to loose their own interests, where who you are is put on stake, and even on hold to give way to adapting and surviving in the distance. And that is maybe the answer, adapting is the first thing, a purely survival tool and then finding yourself again in a different and complex environment of what you were used back home. Never easy and definitely takes some time.

So here I am one year and a half later that I left Colombia following my husband to a country which we may consider far away depending of course if you don’t live in Lesotho, Botswana, Zimbabwe, and Mozambique. One year and a half in South Africa and I wish to say that now I am over the survival phase and now I feel at ease and I am not driving myself or Berend completely crazy with constant meltdowns,crisis and ramblings of: “ I hate this country” to “I miss everything and everyone”and once in a while: "I want to go back to Colombia or Netherlands" fit and confusing him or myself 5 minutes later with things like: "Well is not that bad here", "Is a beatiful country,isn`t it?" "We are doing quite well ,right?" rush of positivism.

But no. I can`t say it proudly because I am far away from that. God, works in mysterious ways and in good ways...depends of course on your perspective. When I started updating the blog I was writing down that I was now a proud citizen of Pretoria,South Africa...but today, after a month...I can only say...that life is teaching me that you always can do better, that there are things to learn, that you may think you are doing something well..and it turns out that you are not and that actually every day is giving me a chance to be a more complete wife and person.

If something...this country...God, this distance is teaching me that: Be humble. Cherish everything you don´t have: public transport, Internet 24 hours, electricity all the time, no garbage on the street, the silence. Learn every day, sometimes in the hard way and sometimes in an easy way things like: Look for wisdom in God, transform what you can, enjoy the time people give you, recognize your mistakes, recognize your own complications and live on. And definitely understanding that my weakness don't define me, but I can learn from them, my mistakes are not the only thing I do but I can find comfort on the fact that they will allow God work through me to change me and give me more faith

We are in our way to change our lives again as we know them. I am happy and blessed I have a wonderful and amazing husband beside me who loves me in spite of me and now as a promise to Berend I will write more again on this blog. Expressing myself, healing through words and mainly putting down the beautiful and complex path we are close to embark. Another quest,hence scary but appealing, overwhelming but beautiul..and well...maybe I will one day say...I am 100% okay and I have learned what I needed to learn...but then of course that will be boring right?

Trying to Adapt, Trying to Adapt and Yes, Trying to Adapt!

There. I click send. That is my next attempt to find a job in a foreign country that now I call home. Is a new issue for me. I have never really looked for a post before. Being a teacher came as a recommendation from my sister and I was immediately hired and from then on 10 years later I was teaching and I have been a volunteer as long as I remember, I applied before to other jobs but I was in the comfort zone of having an income. I call it the syndrome of “Convincing Yourself while Convincing Others.” I decided to convince myself that looking for a job is a way to convince others that I am doing something. But I discovered that I am doing something. People ask me over and over again what am I doing here in Tshwane, Pretoria, South Africa And I proudly tell them that I am busy…that well I am volunteering, I am teaching some hours Spanish, I am writing and reading when in my mind I am saying...well…I am trying to adapt…and trying to adapt and oh yes trying to adapt. Yes, a job sounds good but does anyone know except probably expats and students aboard how much energy is spent every single day trying to acclimatize to a country?

How can you explain that “busy” when you are in another country which is not yours means that now you are in charge of a home, that takes all the energy of the world to create social networks and even assisting to social events when you are still struggling with accent and the fact that people speak apart from English and Afrikaans other ten languages?(And I thought I spoke a lot of languages…yeah whatever!) How can you define “trying to adapt” as a 24 hour shift? Well it is.

Lets start with the basic: going shopping. Sounds fun right? Yes. If you know where you can buy things and what things to buy. But finding the right shop, the correct prices, the precise food, budget analysis, security issues, scrutiny of which ones look close enough to the ones you used back home and deal with the frustration of finding that some of them don’t even exist in this country takes hours. “How can you expect me to survive without the shampoo I used in Colombia?” I say to Berend with almost tears in my eyes and he answers, “It’s a mystery.” And yes. Is a mystery because I have been able to survive without that and without many things I thought were basic but boy it is like I have been working for 120 hours per week!

Is like reading the newspaper. I used to read the newspaper every day. So I started buying it here. Bad idea. It has so many horrifying stories that it feels like I am reading a tabloid and just increased my fear in 200%( El Espacio for those in Colombia). Hence I had to change that routine. Now I read a web page that chooses the main news of South Africa (which unfortunately still include terror stories but not so much) and I read the newspapers from my country. So instead of having my breakfast with the newspaper, I have coffee with the computer. It makes a good combination but I miss having the newspaper delivered to my door and jump in bed on Sundays and read it without having to turn my computer on. That adds other 100 hours!

We are proudly still in love with each other completely but dealing with a bicultural marriage in a culture completely different from ours is a whole project. As an example we both love watching movies but finding movies when you live downtown has been a whole quest. Many of the films come from and Nigeria, which for our taste are not the best, and many of them have a whole spectrum of violence. If we want to buy some other type we have to go by car to a bigger and nicer shopping mall and both of us don’t even remotely like cars or even enjoy driving! So we are “using” our friend’s volunteers from the foundation to move us around while we…okay…while Berend gets more confidence driving. Me…well…I am trying to understand the fact that people drive on the right side…and not feel completely panicked when someone turns thinking they are going the wrong way!

I have done fun things, I have learnt how to play African Drums, we have been to Soweto Gospel Choir, as part of TLF (Tshwane Leadership Foundation) we were involved in the Feast of the Clowns. I was in charge of the main desk in the 20.000 people event and joined the Counter Trafficking Campaign against Human Trafficking and the New Debate about Homelessness. I have been to movies, to eat out (finally we had Chinese food it was a whole thing finding a Chinese Restaurant, not so much again around down town), invited friends over, made friends, went playing board games for a weekend near Krugesdorp, been to the zoo, been to museums. But I also have been sick for over four weeks. Some kind of virus and infection in my throat and my body, have I said this before? Trying to adapt!

Every day that seems 48 hours has its ups and downs. Over and over sending my CV, making calls, writing to the friend of someone, going to the places to hear or read over and over again: we will contact you if there are posts or we will contact you and well sometimes nothing happens. Even the day of the main event of the Feast of the Clowns I had to take care of a child whose mother had left him in charge to his 12 years old sister who decided to leave him alone in the middle of 20.000 people. We later found out that the mother was completely alcoholic.

It is how it is. I have a life here. Trying to Adapt. I am now learning to take it slowly. That is also a big effort. I have always worked, studied and volunteered at the same time. For the first time God has given me the possibility to be able to only be a volunteer and read as much as I want and even write as much as I want. Is difficult to teach yourself to be calm when I have worked many days in Colombia from 6 in the morning to 11 in the night. Is a permanent learning, a permanent teaching from God and life. Faith has increased in amazing levels in me because here everything is very fragile and nothing is for sure so you can only depend on God. We have good conversations and prayer seems even and even more the best option.

We are heading to our third month here. And trying to adapt is becoming more and more as Adapted! Still so much to learn and assume. But now I am proudly looking for Chutney at the supermarket and have for snack biltong in our cupboard. I will probably start driving in some weeks…

PLANE, STATUS QUO AND VUVUZELAS

30.000 kms away or more in Colombia I used to think that the plane theory applied to me completely but know here in Pretoria in South Africa( or now known as The City of Tshwane) I learn every day that life and God has surprises around the corners ready to be discovered and mark you forever. The plane theory says that if there is an emergency you put the oxygen mask first; you help yourself before you help others. However landing in Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg a month ago with a temperature of 4 degrees and arriving in a very humble but friendly house of volunteers made me realize how easy is to disturb the status quo. The question was and will always be: Do I want to disturb mine? Coming from the comforts of my home in Colombia to not having anything else but our bags, knowledge and mutual love with my husband was the hardest thing I have ever been through. I said good-bye to people and things I love and every single day I have tears in my eyes remembering one person or another. But at the same time my status quo was that…a status quo…and a turbulence called love changed my life transforming futile my own comfort, my own self, my own oxygen and put my whole life in perspective in a different and far away country.

Every single day I deal with the dichotomy that my spirituality teaches me that Christ was able to be content working with poor and homeless and not have anything while at the same time I find the need to have a safe clean and nice home for my recent marriage. And every single day I handle thousands of feelings between admiration, surprise, frustration, happiness, and lessons from God, wonderful reflections from Berend and by life itself. On one side I think highly of woman here. Wiser than many, they carry their children close to them until they are capable of walking creating I think a sense of security in children which makes them look very happy and protected. At the same time they carry three bags, a blanket and maybe something in their heads due to the fact that poverty makes people change of housing all the time and all they can carry is their home. Women have power positions like the Mayor of Pretoria but I also have observed the extremely quietness of some woman in contrast of my own outspoken personality as a result of a still very chauvinist society which makes men hardly have business with woman apart of being maybe a wife or someone pretty to look and harass at if not the be affected by family violence and have to fled from their own husband or boyfriends. Even worse, see young girls sold to prostitution, having suffering from sexual violence loose their own capacity to believe in themselves and their smile.

On the other hand amazingly happy children but at the same time with stern faces that represent the fact that they have to survive with poverty and their own families suffering. Amazing sunsets and sunrises are with me everyday in a beautiful city that has the amazing characteristics of the African continent but garbage is still an issue and the still not so sure how to define terrible sound of vuvuzelas (huge horns used in the stadiums) which people carry around happily as a way to show happiness and cars competing to have the biggest stereo don’t allow me to sleep well. At the same time incredible people spiritually connected to God and amazingly hopeful to change the city and the world are my first official network here and have received me as part of their organization all though I am only a volunteer.( TLF-Tshwane Leadership Foundation).

We even had to put in stand by some of our values. Always proud that we used public transportation and bicycles to move around and never liked the car because is one of the worst elements responsible of Global Warming…now we have to have a one to have a social life and do something after dark. And due to those uncomfortable roaches, every single time wash dishes, which implies more soap into the environment and more use of water, still can you trust God? Why not? When you have nothing of the comfort you had back home and you are surrounded by 5 different languages, in a completely strange, complex and not so safe city and all your knowledge and experience is not enough because everything you are is tested day by day there is no other option but to have a blind faith that somehow things will be okay.

Life goes on…and we are on that train...this city gets you…one day you love it and one you hate it. I am starting to teach Spanish, help in TLF with educational process and other activities while Berend is being an Advocacy Advisor and more due to all his previous experiences…meanwhile as people say here Sharp Sharp (Everything okay) !