Moving around was never easy, it came with a lot of baggage and consequences. When people ask “where are you from? or what was your favourite country?” I feel like a whole host of conflicted feelings arise, and I never know how to shut down the conversation before it can even start, because once the conversation starts, it might not end for a very long time, one question leads to many, many more. These are simply the questions people ask me in my suburb, I can’t take offense, it is just curiosity, our decor doesn’t look like theirs, we have photos from around the world, I don’t have the same outlook on life, we like traveling, and I am the insane mother that reads Shakespeare to her 8 year old at bed time, so I am a little on the cra cra side! One of my friends simply said “it is like you are white on the outside, but brown on the inside.” – which always makes me laugh.
For the first time in my life, I have been trying to put down roots, to be comfortable being that Third Culture kid/parent, raising a one cultured kid, a Canadian kid, to have more family around, to teach him that his neighbourhood is his community, that walking or biking to school is natural. For the first time, I am not wanting to run away to another place, for the first time, I want to move for a better life. Does that sound crazy?
It has been the first time in my life, I haven’t shut down and wanted to run away to another city or country. I simply know that as a family, we can’t grow anymore where we are. We have simply outgrown the here, and need to find a city where we can all grow stronger together. As my husband and I have been talking more and more about what we need, we know, our son needs more too. So moving has been put on the table as an option. I am simply shocked at my new, more calculated and clear perspective. I am not scared of where I am, or where I am going, I just know it might have to happen or not.
My son loves where we live, it is really all he has known for the last 5 years, so I understand how delicate the subject matter is. Moving is hard, and moving schools is even harder. But sometimes, the most difficult decisions are the easiest transitions.
We will see what happens, but I am looking forward to running towards something vs. running away!