If anything is clear for me by now, it’s that living in another country is an exercise in self-analysis. Or at least that’s what it should be, among other things, if you are to gain anything of character-building value from the experience. When you’re plunged in a different culture, you’re bound to ask yourself a lot more questions about who you are, how you are, which one of your personality traits are yours only, and which ones can be traced to your native country’s culture than you’ve ever imagined. I’m not saying you can’t wonder or rationalize about these things if you don’t immigrate; just that this experience forces these questions onto you whether you like it or not and to a more extensive degree; kind of puts a mirror in front of you.
And sometimes what you see is not pretty :). In every culture there are behaviors that are not acceptable in other cultures but when you’re trying to function as seamlessly as possible (which is my loose definition of becoming integrated in a society) you have to adjust some of those behaviors. Take, for instance, snapping. This is a survival tool in Bucharest, where almost everyone is in an angry mood all the time, ready to jump at someone’s throat if paths cross. And they cross fairly frequently. We, Romanians, have a very short fuse. I do have friends who are nice and calm as if they weren’t living in that total chaos, but they’re fewer than the fingers on one hand. For the most part, as soon as someone does something slightly inconvenient, tempers flare. The acidity of ironies spewed in such situations is hard to imagine for an American. I’m as guilty of this as the next person, but I’m happy that I managed to get that under control here, where you will never ever see someone utter more than a three-word understated sentence expressing discontent. People just don’t allow themselves to blow up. I’m a true believer now in keeping your temper to yourself; once you’ve given free rein to the horses, conflict is bound to escalate and nothing good can come out of it.
You acquire new behaviors anyway, whether you’re aware of it or not, until at some point you’re a hybrid. When that happens, you’ll never be 100 percent at home anywhere any more. The sooner you’re aware of this, the better; it will save you a lot of pain. At least I know for me things are easier to bear if I know what to expect.
From then on, you will always be in-between. It will inevitably mean more effort in communicating when/if you return home, but I think it makes you a stronger person because you become more aware of your circumstances and surroundings. You think more before you act. At least that’s how I’m trying to encourage myself when I panic at the thought that I might return :). I honestly think reintegration would be very difficult for me (I’m trying hard not to say “will” and to express this in most tentative words), even though by now I know enough to expect some culture shock. Things have changed dramatically since I left seven years ago. But I try to have faith that my experience, far from a walk in the park, would somehow enable me to navigate those choppy waters.
When I feel disconnected from people here I take comfort in thinking that the same kind of disconnect probably exists even between people who never left. Experiences and life trajectories can become so divergent that maybe the kind of idyllic connection that I used to have with my friends was probably not going to survive even if I stayed or not with all of them; now the only place where it exists is in my head :). I might have felt hurt, whereas now I think it’s inevitable because I left and we stopped sharing the same reality.
All this — the disconnect, the inevitable loneliness, the state of in-between — have taught me to make my happiness depend a lot less on others. Back in Arcadia it depended on my friends and they were always there to deliver. Now I live almost the life of a monk (I’ve seen three friends maybe twice this year, although we do talk on the phone every week) and I only hope that at some point it will be a bit less extreme than it is now, but I’m otherwise enjoying it. Although I like to have company, solitude has never really scared me.
And I think my in-betweenness will help me stay centered no matter what happens. I like to think that I’ll be anchored in two worlds for the rest of my life.