FOR THE RIGHT TO COMPLAINT

16/05/2015
03:29

Started writing this almost six months ago and all though some things have changed...


Is 3:00 in the morning and I can't sleep again. I have been having insomnia and this only happens when my anxiety levels are way high. In the middle of this moments I do what calms my head more: Read. I just read a beautiful article about Special Children mothers and it touched me deeply. 

" Giving up  is not an option"   the article said and somehow it has been in my head ever since.... 

I was made redundant from my work because of reorganization and boy did I feel that giving up was not an option. I went into a one way mind set...find a new job. I didn't recognize myself I could hardly think of anything else and in spite I had a good landing place I didn't enjoy one inch of it. I am blessed because I have a wonderful network and soon I landed in  a new position.

A new job implies many things: changing routes, changing habits, changing terms...suddenly when you talk about the company that just fired you is no longer "US"..and you have to convince yourself that the company you are in...is the new "WE". You miss things: your colleagues,  the Jehovah Witness guys who stood every day out of the tram and always said hi to me, the fact that you are working in the heart of Amsterdam, the photocopy machine you knew by heart. New all: coffee is suddenly a huge challenge and everything feels overwhelming.

But giving up of course was not my option..all though a part of me wanted to go back to the comfort of what  I knew and I was able to handle I also knew that adapting comes with time and that soon I will start feeling confident where I am now. Glad this happened. Now I know which trains to take, I see more and more friendly faces in my daily commuting, enjoy the me time reading and in the office I can actually answer with confidence. 

 Adapting to this country is still hard. Every day I feel more home here but every day feels that I am not even close to not be seen as  total foreigner. Is an amazing country to live. My son can't grow in a better place where all the System protects him.Even considered the best place for children to grow. Netherlands is beautiful,everything works perfectly and I can still come home at midnight of my movie club feeling safe. But is not easy. We are mainly alone in Amsterdam.Going on a date only happens rarely when my brother in law travels one hour and a half to visit or we go to Tilburg. We have kind friends who help us here but we can't abuse and having a nanny turns a date night into a very expensive evening and keeping close contact with  friends is not easy.

All this and more is impacting our relationship as a couple and we feel sometimes that we are surviving. Is hard to say you are happy when you are in automatic mode and is not easy.

A friend in New Zealand wrote on Facebook an inspirational quote about recognizing that things can be complex, giving up as not an option and to know things can be better. It felt refreshing. Most of the time I feel people don't want you to say how difficult things are on your side or perspective. I have had people telling me to not complaint when I have achieved many things and I am mainly living the European Dream. I have close friends that feel alone because people can't understand if they want more when they have achieved a lot. This at the end  doesn't mean that we are not grateful.We are humans that want kind words,that  want to be shown support and kindness and we want recognition.

So here is my request: Let people around you complaint and tell you how difficult life can be.Just listening may make a difference. Don't immediately jump and tell them that they should be emotionally better and that there are people worse than them. Don't ask why are they complaining but ask how you can  make their day better and even sometimes advices are not required or asked...just listen. Mainly remember that this person as you is trying every day even if the lawn looks greener on their side. They are as you thinking: Giving up is not an option. 

People tell me I am supposed to be strong, still not know if its totally true.When someone says that to me I remember this quote   “Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow." Mary Anne Radmacher .

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.