In our latest guest blogger series Aisha Ashraf discusses the challenges and rewards of expat life in Canada.
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Two and a half
years ago, I moved my family across the pond to Canada from the UK. With three
rapidly growing small children, life was too short to spend long periods of
time apart whenever my husband took a foreign assignment – we made the decision
to stick together. Neither he nor I was new to the expat game, both having
first expatriated as children, but we’d been fairly settled for a long time so
we steeled ourselves for the onslaught of culture shock and hit the ground
running, creating a new life from scratch in a country we’d never seen and
where we knew no one.
During that
first year, I put so much pressure on myself to return a verdict on my new
location; “So, do I like Canada?” “Can I
see myself settling here?” “Which is better here or home?” The months passed by
like milestones; first three, then six, a year, and I expected a comprehensive
understanding to have crystallised, an opinion, a preference. But expat life
isn’t that cut and dried.
The beauty
of it is that, years in, even when you think you’ve grasped the nettle, there
are still more experiences to be had - deeper nuances to the molten emotion
that bubbles hotly, just below the surface of your day-to-day life. You learn
to question the concepts of identity, belonging, and nationalism. Somehow,
those cozy little social constructs now seem limiting instead of comforting.
A
quick-fire, Canadian-accented response still has the power to momentarily floor
me, and we’re still discovering different ways of doing things, but after
thirty months here without a visit to the UK, my
thoughts have taken a new direction. I find myself intrigued by how my old home
would look to me through my Canadian tinted retinas.
Canada’s multi-lane
roads that I compared to “crossing continents” in my early blog posts are now
the norm. Would British ones feel like a tight squeeze? Have I lost the ability
to parallel park? Would the weather depress me? The UK newspapers
are reporting temperatures of minus three as “bitterly cold”, it made me laugh
out loud – it’s minus twenty-six here today.
How about my
beautiful home, the newly refurbished dream-house that I found such a wrench to
leave – would it seem claustrophobic after the open-plan housing favored by
North Americans? Would I feel like a fish out of water or slip smoothly back
into my old space?
My new life
has changed me in a million different ways. I’ve developed new angles and
depth. I don’t know if I could fit back into that space even if I wanted to.
Expat life forces you to develop your identity in ways you’re never pushed to
at home.
About the author
Aisha Isabel Ashraf is a freelance writer and
author of the popular blog Expatlogue, where she can be found strung out on
caffeine, humorously dissecting the peculiarities of Canadian life for her own
amusement and the benefit of future generations. She can be found on Twitter
@AishaAshraf1 and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/expatlogue.



Thanks Expat Explorer for providing a quiet corner of the internet for me to indulge in some navel-gazing. It was a pleasure to write for a resource that provided such helpful information in those bewildering early days of expatriation.
ReplyDeleteI think it's true that people never cease to ask! Well written
ReplyDeleteNice post Aisha. I think one of the greatest gifts of living abroad is in realizing how different cultural constructs vary from place to place, and how ingrained is our sense of how things are/ought/should be. When the latter starts to fall away, THAT is when we cross cultures. Still, we are more alike than we realize.
ReplyDeleteGreat article, and one that is very close to my heart - I am currently the parent of two children who each consider two different continents 'home', and behave accordingly. I can only imagine the questions and challenges we are going to face going forward.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I think humans are like magnets - ideas and perspectives fly at us and stick in an instant. If we're lucky, we manage to detach ourselves from this clunky armour but it doesn't stop the pull. Staying open-minded is a constant exercise in self-awareness. Maybe asking those questions isn't such a bad thing after all...
ReplyDeleteNice! And very timely for me as today marks the one-year anniversary of our first move abroad, to Panama. So I'm doing some navel gazing of my own today as I try to summarize a year's worth of experiences.
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