What happens when the place you live becomes the ‘norm’?
Your blogs ‘die’, apparently.
‘Your blogs are dying.’ That’s what I got told today.
And I have to ‘step it up a notch’.
I don’t really mind this comment, because it encouraged me to think about something that I had not thought about before. It made me think about life as an expat and how you begin to settle in and just go with the flow and accept things as they are in your host country. When does that transition happen? Six months, a year, 16 months (that’s where we are in our journey).
The truth is, I can’t really ‘step it up a notch’ right now, because there is nothing to tell you in the world of the UK Desperate Housewife USA that is interesting, different or fascinating whilst living in America. If I did tell you about my ‘normal life’ in America, my blog would read:
Got up, showered, had breakfast.
Took my son to school.
Went to work.
Did some jobs.
Wrote some stuff.
Picked my son up from school.
Made his tea.
Did some homework with him.
Went to work.
Ate my supper.
Put the washing away.
Went to bed.
(Bloody hell, now, that, dear readers is the life of a VERY Desperate Housewife indeed!)
See……how is that list of chores and daily life different or interesting or a commentary on being an expat in the USA? It’s not, and it is very, very boring for you to read.
Anyway, I write a blog for pleasure and WHEN I encounter something new or interesting or different in America, or I go some place else that offers a new insight in to the vast place that is the USA, I’ll share it, but if I don’t then, don’t worry, you won’t get another list as above!
So, maybe this ‘adjustment’ to your surroundings is what happens when you are an expat and your life in another country starts to become the norm…things don’t seem quite so different and intriguing and unusual.
Sure, things will pop up and they will tickle my fancy or make me wonder, or confuse me or bemuse me, but until then I shall blog as it comes.
Right then, if that is all, I’m off to unload the dishwasher!
Tomorrow, you never know, I might even have my breakfast before I shower – fancy that!