In the beginning, I wanted to talk about departures. How do you deal with it ? How do you protect yourself from it ? And… impossible for me to write about it. Because… you can’t deal with it and you can’t protect yourself from it. You just get used to it. But I often talked about friendships with my friends in France and my family. Even if the friends I’ve met here. What kind of friendships do you create when you live abroad ?
There is a huge marketing when it’s about being an expatriate, traveling and all this life abroad. You just have to check the Instagram account of travelers and all the video on YouTube. Emotional music and strong pictures recorded with the last GoPro. It’s easy to find an online training that will tell you what you have to do to make any beaches as your office. To leave for a life abroad means that you are brave, curious and open-minded. You are lucky because you live abroad. But why nobody never talks about the bad side of the expatriation?
Most of the time, expatriation is seen as a dream. We always take about expatriation in dreams country. Finish the life in small cities and hello life in villas next to the sea side ! Apparently, expatriation is synonymous of parties without ending and chilling as much as you can. However, nobody talks about one of the hardest part of the expatriation : the blues of the expatriate. So, what is this ?
Kuwait is my first expatriation. Also, it was the first I moved alone, the first time I will do something else than teaching French as a Foreign Language. First time I will spend more than five months far from my family. And it was the first time I will have my life in another language than mine…
When I arrived in Kuwait, I met a french guy. We became friends and four months later, he left. It was the first time of my life I had to deal with the fact that someone I liked had to leave. Not the first time of my life. But the first time since I was living alone in a country without any friends. He was a sort of anchor for me, he was my “Thanks-God-I-am-not-alone” person and he left. Just like this. And then, after, I realized I had to deal with the leavings.
Let’s talk about something who drove me crazy since I arrived in Kuwait. How to feel like home in a country you don’t know ? It’s weird to leave our family, our friends and our habits to move to another place. So I thought a lot about it and I will give you few advices to not do the same mistakes I did.
When it’s about weight, every country has its own standard.
In every society, there is beauty standards. I have the feeling, even if it’s changing, that in France, the beauty is in skinny girls. In Kuwait, it’s the opposite : women have more shapes. Jane Birkin VS Kim Kardashian, more or less.