If you read my last post, you undoubtedly felt a little nauseous from my whining about international travel with kids and the resulting jet-lag. It’s amazing what lack of sleep can do to the human brain. I am now well rested and over my jet-lag (thanks for the Melatonin tip Carrie) and I am thinking much more clearly. And, I am not writing this post at 4:00 a.m., which also helps. So I officially apologize to the readers of my blog, although I can’t promise that you won’t have to endure whiny babble from me ever again; because frankly, it’s just part of who I am. (Just ask my husband.)
Truth be told, after just eight days back in the U.S., I am more certain than ever that our decision to join the Foreign Service and expat life was the right one. It’s not that our life in the U.S. wasn’t great, and I’ll admit that Foreign Service life is definitely not for everyone. But it is undoubtedly right for our family. I know that this path was divinely directed and it is what we need to be doing.
Since I have been home I have gotten the same question over and over: What do you like about living abroad? Here’s my answer: I am living my dream! It’s a dream I have had since I was fifteen years old. I love living in a foreign country, not just visiting it as a tourist. The two are very different. I love feeling out of my element and the reward I get when I figure stuff out. I love observing a new culture. I love the new colors and smells. I love (and occasionally hate) tasting new food. I even enjoy the challenge of learning a new language. I love the opportunities for growth, understanding and compassion that living abroad has given me. I especially love my new friends; friends from all over the world that have enriched my life. Living abroad has also given me a new appreciation for my American citizenship.
So, am I grateful for my little home in suburban Utah?
But would I trade my expat life for all the tea in China (or Taiwan)?
Not on your life!