Ich kann das nicht auf Deutsch schreiben, da es immer noch sehr schwierig ist, meine Gefühle und Emotionen auszudrücken. Gefühle und Gedanken über das Hin- und Herziehen…So, in English.
We started watching the movie Stutz. I love it. We stopped after 20 min because I had too many thoughts to write them down. And both of us need to process this part of the movie.
As a „professional migrant“ (hopefully will „retire“ after this adventure!) I was thinking about fears and struggles the protagonists were talking about. Specially in a migration context like we both are facing now. When you are in a place that is new for you. Also because people tend to romanticise moving abroad, I feel I need to share this with you. Maybe it could help somebody in their journey or just help to understand us better💖.
Years ago, I was volunteering in a dog shelter and saw different stories. Doggies were coming from different environments with all kinds of treatments. Some of them were abandoned because they were „special“ pedigrees that need a licence due to their potentially aggressive behaviour. Some of them were rescued before being shot by hunters because they were not serving good enough. Others were coming from families who loved them but could not care anymore because of human friend disease or death. No matter the story they had, when they were arriving to the shelter they were on a constant alert. Meaning a lot of stress. Even if they had better food and treatment. Anyway it is a lot of stress because of a new place. Everything is new, people, food, smells, surroundings. The same happen when people move to a new place. Another apartment, another city or another country. Even another company. And one should follow a process to assimilate all the changes and adapt and integrate to this new environment. This is what we exactly are facing now.
We are on the stage of loss of belonging to a place. Our home, family and friends are far away. In my case it is already chronic 🙂 For the rest of the family, except mama is for the first time. I believe that the day Niki starts in the office will be the hardest day since we came. Different office, different language and very different way of doing. I will remind him to have Siga Siga mantra. I hope his mates will be experienced in taking onboard new expats colleagues. Being a country of nomads, this is very likely.
Interestingly, we both are coming from nomad families from several generations. I was assuming that the story at some point will continue and my transferred genes will be activated at some point. Indeed, it happened. I believe we all follow classical scheme of the process of migration. We are „writing“ our stories that will mark on our individuality over the time.
One day, when the decision to move here was made, I said that we will never be the same again. Not better, nor worse. Just different. The same with the rest of the family. I hope that this experience will make us more human. Will help us to listen to each other and understand better. To make us closer and more united. I hope it will help us to lose some silly inclination for possessing irrelevant things and make us more aware of other things that are important. Time, health, yourself, family and friends💖.
