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Over the past two weeks, three different readers, a gentleman and two ladies, from three different countries on two different continents have written to me asking about the realities of living in a new country. “How did I make a life for myself in France?” They asked. How did I find a job? Was I scared to give up my career and my entire life? How did I make the final decision to embark on the big move? And how in the world did I learn French well enough to live in a French society?
I see the timing of this correspondence, filled with similar questions from authors literally thousands of km apart, as a nudge from Mother Serendipity that perhaps it is time for me to write a little more seriously about life as an expat.
I try to be as honest as possible about living abroad in my posts. But you, dear reader, must remember that I have been here for nearly six years now, so naturally all the trepidation, the worry, most the confusion, and the anxiety of the first few months and years have dissipated. My Big Move was in large part a personal adventure at a time in my life when I needed to make a decision as to whether I was going to give my life entirely to one path or to make a change in search of something new. Like my new correspondents, and perhaps like many of you, I wanted more out of life than what I had created for myself thus far. I felt an unexplainable void, an indescribable need for new air, new scenery, new people, new everything. And to be quite honest I didn’t want any part of the life that I had. Even if that meant giving up a lucrative career, a fiancé, a long-lost love, my family, and so on. I was prepared to start all over again, which is the single most important part of an adventure like the one I’m on. You have to be willing to start all over at the beginning.
Some of you might say, “Yeah, well, all that’s okay with me. I just want something different.”
Fair enough. I understand and commend you on your desire for adventure, for change, your yearning to undertake a challenge and to widen your comfort zone. I applaud taking life by the reins and making it what want it to be. Indeed, I did just that.
I distinguish my adventure from the countless number of temporary expats I meet here in Europe, those who have rented their house out back home and who have taken a position in the European division of their company. Theirs is an excellent way to experience life through a different cultural lens, especially for children, but it is not the same as stepping off a plane in some new place with a completely blank slate before you. This latter experience is what I’m writing to you about now.
(1) If you move to a new country, particularly one where you don’t know the language, you will be quite literally starting your life over from the beginning of adulthood. You’ll likely have to go back to school to earn credentials that open up to you the work structure of your adopted homeland. You will, at the very least, need to take language classes. So returning to a student life is an essential ingredient.
(2) Since you quit your job back home and you don’t know the language of your new home country, if you aren’t enrolled as a student when you arrive, you will not be able to obtain a working visa – unless, of course, you come over with a company and then your experience is more akin to the temporary expats I mentioned above. As a student, in France for instance, you can only work 19 hours a week. The most common part-time jobs available for non-French speakers are serving in one of the American or Anglo restaurants/pubs (again back to the beginning when you worked your way through college), teaching English at Telelangue or Wall Street English or babysitting. Even these jobs require a visa if you want to them legally.
(3) A visitor’s visa generally lasts only about three months (in most European countries), so you will need to come over prepared:
- Have a job lined up or at least interviews set up or an accepted to a study program. know the visa requirements. In France, if you come as a visitor and then enroll in a study program, in most cases you will have to return home to apply for your visa through the proper channels.
- Have a place to stay all arranged before you jump on the plane.
- And come over with about five month’s worth of saving just in case. When you don’t know anyone in a new place, you are forced to go out all time to meet people – this is not an inexpensive endeavor.
(4) If all this going back to school business seems a little daunting, which I can understand as someone who has spent a great deal of her adult life in post-graduate study, you may want to think about trying this experience in an English-speaking country. If you’re Canadian, try England, Scotland, Ireland or Australia. If you’re American, why not Toronto or Montreal? Finding a job in your field will be infinitely easier in such cases.
(5) Your new job prospects might not be ideal in the new country, especially now that the financial crisis is increasingly global. Try not to trick yourself into thinking, “I hate my desk job so I’ll move to France and never enter an office again.” Or the other great misconception: you’ll walk right into the same standard of living that you enjoyed back home. In reality, you will probably revert about 10 years and plant your roots in the soil of a younger you. You will most probably regain your standard of living but it takes time and patience.
(6) If you come to a country where you don’t speak the language, prepare yourself that you will not only be going back to the beginning in your work life, as mentioned above, but you’ll also have no friends or family. If you’re like me, you’ll know no one, not a single soul, when you walk off the plane. Periods of extreme loneliness are inevitable. The key is to get yourself out of your apartment, keep going; get up each day, get outside no matter how intimidating it is to walk into a world of confusing mumble-jumble all around you. Take baby steps, but just keep taking them.
(7) As I recently confided in one of my correspondents, know why you’re making this move. Because at the end, once the excitement and fear and glee of starting a new life and being free from your old one have worn off, you will still wake up with yourself every single day. Whatever you might have been running from or trying to escape – a broken relationship, a tedious job, a dead-end career, your family – these things don’t magically disappear. Your job will be replaced by another – you still have to pay the bills each month. You’ll find another relationship that will at times break your heart. And your family will eventually track you down and call far too often. It’s important, this: No matter where you call home, you still have to wake up with yourself. Keep that in mind.
(8) You’ll need humility. Becoming a part of another culture is quite a unique experience. You redefine your preconceived notions of people, culture, how life should be lived, your perceptions of yourself. Take my situation as an example: A Big City attorney, ambitious and successful one day, and then just like that woke up another day in a tiny 18m² apartment in a strange place where I couldn’t communicate with anyone. For an A-type personality used to using her words as her first line of defense, you can imagine the shift in my self-definition.
(9) Be cautious of following a lover half way around the world. I was recently involved in trying to help a woman who moved over to France on the bequest of her French boyfriend. They had met on a few business conferences in the States and one thing led to another. After a year-long, long-distance relationship, the charm of living in Paris vanquished this woman and she accepted her boyfriend’s invitation to live with him until she got on her feet. In her mind, she was starting a life with him. That was until his wife showed up and threw a conniption fit. Oops, boyfriend forgot to mention he was still technically married. It sounds like a novel, but very unfortunately for this woman it was not fiction – it was a terribly heartbreaking, disappointing and humiliating real like experience. This woman is a successful, intelligent lady who simply got caught up in a dream, divorced herself from reality and refused to face reality until forced to do so. (As a caveat, I met my husband in France and when I moved here love was the farthest thing from my mind.)
(10) Even though European countries seem to be very Western (and they are Occidental countries), their cultures are quite different from North American culture, and from one another for that matter. French people have their own way of doing almost everything and sometimes they are flattered to see how we foreigners undertake a particular action, but most of the time they are not in the mood. And you must remember that we’re the ones in their country. It’s us who need to assimilate, not the other way around.
Starting over at 30 or 40 or 70 years-young is as much about discovering more of yourself than it is about seeking new adventures in a fresh, far off place. You have to let go of your former self to an extent, allow change to happen while holding on to what is essentially you. It’s easy to get lost 4000 km from everyone you’ve ever known. And you will get homesick, even if it’s your family from whom you’ve run away.
With time you’ll build a new family, meet new friends, find a job, live a life. But you still have to clean the bathroom every once in a while, take out the garbage in the morning and pay the bills no matter where you live. Life, at some basic level, is the same everywhere.
What you are giving up in advancement and stability, you are gaining in life experience and adventure. That’s the reality of it. And time heals all wounds.
A little food for thought dedicated to those of you who might be contemplating that old adage: “The grass is always greener…”
Excellent post, all very, very true. I lived the ex-pat life in Paraguay, Mexcio, Honduras, Morocco, Haiti, and Burkina Faso over a period of nearly 20 years. The whole idea of leaving one place to go to another reminds me of the title of Jon Kabat-Zinn’s book, Wherever You Go, There You Are (first published 1994). An excellent book, BTW.
WOW! You have lived all over the world. How exciting! Thank you kindly for the reading suggestion. I will certainly look for Kabat-Zinn’s book, sounds very interesting. Hope you are having a wonderful summer.
I admire your courage to start all over again. Just like you’ve mentioned, it can’t have been easy. But it has gotten you to where you are today which is very inspiring. 🙂
Thank you! My mother always told me as a child that what does not kill us makes us stronger. She also always used to say that we regret so much more what we never tried to do than what we actually did. And then she wonders why I turned out as such a free spirit. 😉 Take care!
An excellent post full of wisdom and practical advice.
My sincere appreciation, Mobius. I hope it helps somebody who might be in the critical decision making stage right now. Take care!
What a wonderful post! Good for you.
Thank you kindly! I keep telling my husband that if he finally bought me the puppy I’ve been yearning for, all my homesickness would evaporate. (Not that I have too much anyway.) But I think he’s called my bluff! 🙂 Take care!
Thank you for your comprehensive post about becoming an ex-pat in Europe. Much of what you write rings true for me as well, although I guess that France has a kind of charm which cannot be compared with us here in northern Europe. I esp. agree about the ‘starting totally over in a new life’ part… that is for certain. I never thought of myself as a patriotic person, but I have had moments of such homesickness for small American things, like just finding what I like and know so well at a grocery store, that has brought me to tears! Still, I also am grateful to have the opportunity to be in Europe, finally, and to meet people (through the language school!) from all around the world, something I simply never would have experienced had I stayed in the states. Living in Denmark has changed me fundamentally, and broadened my worldview considerably. Easy it’s not been, esp. emotionally, but worthwhile.
I look forward to seeing France sometime in the hopefully near future!
And I would love to visit Northern Europe! My husband lived in Norway for a few years as a child. His father was in the oil business up there in the early 80s and they thoroughly enjoyed it. I agree with your points 100%. How long have you lived as an expat? Do you get home – ‘home’, funny how the definition of that word changes – often? Thank you for your thoughtful comment. Take care!
Your courage and adaptability are incredible. You’re about four sigma out on the normal curve, but North America’s loss is clearly France’s gain.
I’m particularly intrigued by the fiance and the lost love…
Best wishes,
Nancy
Dear Nancy, how so very kind of you! Thank you indeed for your support. Very sincerely, BM.
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I certainly will give your site a look! Thank you for bringing it to my attention. Take care!
You will do very well in France. I also felt the French did things differently from me, so I started doing things their way. However, I never got used to the manner they drove cars. Fortunately, my husband did. He had spent so much time in France that everyone thought he was French. Carry on Becoming Madame. Your blogs are absolutely charming. Best regards, Micheline
Thank you very much Micheline. Funny you mention driving in France. I just (finally after a six month ordeal) got my license exchanged for a French one. But, you know, even as an avid driver back home, I let my husband weave us through the round abouts and narrow streets of Paris! 🙂
I always let my husband drive through Paris. He had the reflexes of a lynx and enjoyed getting himself into arguments with other drivers. I then wanted to be invisible, except that at the end of the engueulade he shook hands with the other driver. Life in Paris. Never a dull moment.
Thank you for writing. I so enjoy your posts.
As someone who has moved between English-speaking countries, I think this is great advice for expats anywhere. It is a very rewarding experience, but being realistic helps.
PS That painting of Paris is lovely. Who is the artist?
I’m not sure who painted that particular shot. It’s a postcard. I’ll check it out and get back to you.
thank you!
Great post! Love your writing. My family member is also following you although she is not a WordPress member. She will particularly love this one.
I hope she does! Thank you for your kind words!
Great post. Very detailed. I can understand the sentiment of wanting to escape the norm, temporarily or possible permanently. Many people get the urge to move, crave change, start a new adventure or start a new life somewhere else, but many are afraid to actually do it, or sometimes, people change their minds and sometimes for others—it’s just not that easy. And for those who do leave their old lives to start a new one, they get to experience life in a whole new level. Either they realize it was a great move, or they realize the opposite. I think starting new is hard, no matter what. Moving to a different place, especially one where you don’t speak the language is challenging, but also exciting. It’s a great way to test your strength and your will. The fact that you’ve made it this far shows that you are a strong person. You didn’t give up, no matter what. Good for you.
Coincidentally, my first novel, HIGH shares a similar sentiment. 🙂
I’m looking forward to reading HIGH when it comes out!! 😉 Keep me posted on the process!! xo
Thanks and I will. 🙂
This is a wonderful post. In fact, I think I’ll be sending it to everyone who asks me the same question. (I get those emails, too). Like you, I’ve been in Paris for 6 years, so sometimes it’s hard to channel myself back to that initial, confusing time (which, in fairness, lasted years!) It *was* starting my life over again.
Thanks for an excellent summary and important questions that everyone considering the move should take into account.
Great post! Ive written on similar topics, I started over at age 30 and lived in Italy but for 3 years. Now an ex-expat, that period really shaped what my life is today. Most people definitely dont realize all that is involved with living abroad in europe.
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I am glad you wrote this post because it is very insightful. Currently in Montreal, learning French has been daunting. The positive side to it is that Montreal is bilingual so I can still get away with English. However, I feel it is important to learn French in order to soak myself in the culture. I respect your courage in not just making the move but also to put your mind into adapting to a whole new environment. Your story is an inspiration to me and I hope that I can be an inspiration in this aspect to others in future. Take care!
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