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How do you find it?

Usually as an expat, when you run into new people (locals and even sometimes foreigners) the conversation goes like this:

Local: You're not from here?
Me: No, I'm from Texas
Local: Ah, you don't really have an accent. [Ummm, thank you?] So how long have you been in London?
Me: Two years.
Local: So how do you find it?

On good days, I gush and talk about travel and all the things to see and do in London.

On bad days, I say it's great, but then in typical UK fashion, I complain about the weather, commuting, rent prices, etc.

With locals, this seems to do the trick. With people from the US though, it never seems quite as simple.

If you're unhappy in your new home, that makes sense to them, they've heard the weather and food are terrible and you should just come home. Why did you go over there in the first place even?

If you're happy, it's even more confusing. But don't you miss family, friends and all the American food?! Are you turning into some crazy Brit over there? Have you forgotten about America?

Of course I exaggerate and not all the conversations go this way, or at least not to this extreme, but it's a tough conversation to have and the longer you're overseas the tougher it seems to get (after two years the questions of when are you coming home are becoming more and more frequent).

Perhaps there's a marker where you cross over and people realise you've found your place in the world (quite literally) and that may not be your home country.

Or, on the other hand, perhaps not. Perhaps we're destined to forever be in the land in-between explaining to someone why we're still making the choice to live in the UK. We'll have to see how I find it in a year and go from there!


My Corner of London: Notting Hill

When I first moved to London, it was overwhelming trying to find a place to live.

I saw 20+ flats in one day, put in two offers the next day and ended up in Notting Hill.

Little did I know how much I would come to love my little neighborhood.

While London is a huge metropolis, it's broken down into smaller boroughs with their own unique personalities and communities. From arty, hipster communities in Shoreditch, to the posher neighborhoods of Chelsea, everyone has an identity that I didn't know about when I moved to London. Yet somehow, I stumbled upon the gold of Notting Hill.

 
While most Americans know the neighborhood because of the movie by the same name, it's not necessarily a hugely popular expat community (at least the part that I live in, and especially compared to St John's Wood and Chelsea). We've got everything from Portobello Road and Carnival, to some of the best restaurants in London (including the world famed Ledbury), crammed into little roads lined with your typical yet beautiful London buildings covered in ivy, wisteria and even little monkeys in the case of Lancaster Road.

 
I've spent so many afternoons and evenings wandering the streets, familiarising myself with its nooks and crannies yet there is still so much to discover as the neighborhood continues to change.

 
Yet, after 2 years in Notting Hill, we've decided it's time for a change. It's not quite Istanbul to London, but it is our own little shaking up of our world in London.  We'll be moving to Chiswick in a few weeks. The main reason is to get Paul closer to work, but I'm also excited to see if I can love a new part of London as much as I love my current neighborhood. I'm a bit apprehensive Chiswick may not live up to my exceedingly high expectations after our first London flat, but we're going to give it a go. With a beautiful high street, parks and the Thames nearby, I'm hoping we'll fall in love with London all over again.
 
So, with only a few weeks left a resident of my beloved Notting Hill, I wanted to finally take some time to share with a few of my favourite parts of it.

 





Expat Life: Saying Goodbyes

I might have lamented recently over the pros and cons of expat life, but one of the worst parts of it was recently refreshed in my mind.

While some expats become more like locals as their new home becomes a permanent place, for many, time as an expat is a fleeting assignment with an end in sight.

During our time overseas, we have met some fantastic locals in Istanbul and London, but many of our friends are fellow expats. We speak the same language, we bring a similar perspective to our new lives, we come from a similar background and we have the same sense of adventure that we're looking for in life.

So, with all our expat friends overseas, we often find ourselves saying goodbyes. In Turkey, we said a lot of goodbyes before we said our own. In our 18 months in London, we've been lucky to have a stable set of friends around us. So, recently when a friend moved back to Alaska after 3 years in London, it was a tough one to take. It is also a reminder to people about how more often than not, it's out of your control whether to stay or go.

Our trip to Scotland last year
To make it less sad, we decided to go out with a bang and try to do as many London-y things we could in his last weekend here.

First was indulging in the best ethnic food London has to offer - Indian. While it's not my cup of tea, it's a staple for many Londoners and we found a place that was just hole-in-the-wall enough above the Strand to settle in and stuff ourselves full of bajiis, naan and whatever else they put in front of us.

Saturday, with 24 hours to go, was the big adventure part. I've done some scavenger hunts in London before so we decided to try one of Hidden City's hunts again. From Trafalgar Square to the Strand, to Regents Street and Carnaby, we followed clues around the city that eventually led us to bars (of course). We found some interesting finds around the city, including a tikki bar and a bar with drinks they set on fire. To finish the evening off, we grabbed a bit of true British cuisine at Mother Mash for some pies and bangers and mash.

Our hunt started off inside the National Gallery

On Sunday, the last hoorah before the flight, we went to Tom's Kitchen in Somerset House. It wasn't particularly British fare, but we enjoyed the sunshine, a parting gift from London.

While it's sad to see our friends go, in a lot of instances, they are happy to be back closer to family and friends. Plus, it just means more people around the globe for us to go visit!

The Life of Expats (or at least this Expat)

Since I started this blog to chronicle our life as an expat, I haven't really talked much about that very subject for which the blog was designed - life as an expat.

I've talked about jet lag, lost in translation moments and missing holidays at home, but spent most of my time talking about the best part of living overseas (of course the traveling). But is that what it really means to be an expat? Sure, I love exploring the city and world around me, but that is only a small part of why we've chosen this lifestyle for ourselves overseas.

For the past few weeks, I've been struggling with what expat life means to me as we figured out what 2014 would hold for us. Am I a temporary expat, learning some things and taking them back home? Or is this lifestyle somehow embedded itself deeper into my being, nestling in my soul?

For me, I know I've found myself in expat life. Something was always missing from my life in Texas despite my fantastic family & friends, and a life that many probably hope for, husband house, golden retriever and all. When we made a quick and perhaps suprising decision to move to Turkey, my life changed in so many ways yet I jumped in wholeheartedly and never looked back. I was surrounded by other expats with a similar desire to see the world. I was surrounded by the history I had never experienced in the US, much less Texas. Every new place, site, sound, smell was exciting and new.



Yet, this year as I started to look at my future as an expat, I realised I am just as guilty of romanticising it as everyone else. Perhaps by only documenting the best parts of living overseas, you give yourself a way to forget about the worst.

Like the frustration at never being able to be understood in a different language, a culture with people who lack the Southern hospitality you're so used to, a life where people rotate in and out, a lifestyle that people don't always understand and thousands of miles between the people you grew up with. Your old home isn't really home any more, but your new home isn't quite either. This is the part of expat life that people don't talk about.



So what have I decided about life as an expat?

I'm not sure I'll ever come to a complete, decisive verdit. All I can say for now is it has changed my life in the most amazing ways. And despite all the bad, I would do it all over again. I'm not quite ready to give it up yet either- and luckily, I'm blessed to have the opportunity to stay in the UK for another year. Which means more time to think about what expat life means to me and what the future of this expat holds - with a little bit of travel along the way.


Happy Overseas Anniversary!

This weekend was a big weekend for anniversaries for me.

It marked 2 months in London - how time flies! With Paul, the dog, and all our stuff finally here, it is finally starting to feel like home. We're finding our way around town, discovering new restaurants and making some friends.

Even bigger, it marks my one year anniversary overseas. It's hard to believe that one year ago I left our empty house and stuffed 8x10 storage unit to start our new life overseas. And what an amazing experience it has been. I wouldn't change any of it and am looking forward to what the next few years have in store.

So, how did we celebrate?

Some Mexican food at the best Mexican place I have yet to find in London - after an extensive search.



Guess you can't take the Texas out of a Texan!

Six Months

Today is my six seven month anniversary of living in Istanbul. Wow. Time really does fly. It seems like both just yesterday and forever ago that we packed up, sold off our junk stuff, rented out our house and got on a one way flight to Istanbul.

Has everything worked out perfectly according to our well laid plans? Of course not, life is funny like that. Still, looking back, there are absolutely no regrets. I love the life of an expat, travelling the world on weekends, exploring a country I had only thought about visiting but I now call home. I love my friends here, and even as some of them head back home to 'real' lives, we will always share memories of this crazy, fantastic, sometimes trying experience of living as yabancılar (foreigners) in Istanbul.

It has been six months full of lots of firsts - first time living overseas, first time haggling in the bazaar, first time getting lost on the subway (or the bus or just in general), first time living by the water, first time missing Thanksgiving in Texas, first time.......  

So, what has the last six months brought us?
  • Five new countries stamped in our passports
  • Three visitors from home with whom we got to share our city
  • A little bit of knowledge of Turkish
  • More snow days than I care to count
  • Many, many visits to the Blue Mosque, Aya Sofya and other city sites
  • Two Turkish rugs  (and that's only because of my wonderful shopping self restraint!)
  • An appreciation for a new culture

 Turkey bound! And yes, that is one of those plane face masks. I love them and may or may not use them at home too. Just saying they're great.

Visiting my first mosque in Istanbul (Nov 2011)


 Hanging out in Ortakoy (December 2011)

 Driving through TekirdaÄŸ - having some of their special kofte (December 2011)

 Celebrating the New Year in Gelibolu (January 2012)

 Family portrait at Troy (January 2012)

 Official resident of Turkey - and yes, I look terrible, just ignore that part (February 2012)

First trip to the Asian side of Istanbul and almost made it to the Black Sea (March 2012)

 First tulip festival (April 2012)

What will the next six months have in store for us? Well, besides the 4 sets of visitors, and lots of trips, only time will tell!

Update: I apparently skipped one of those basic math lessons. This was my seven month anniversary! Time really does fly.