Would this question make you feel uncomfortable?
Does this have to come to an end?
‘How long will you keep doing this for?’ is the weird question I have been asked three times in the last month.
And each time, I’m stumped. I can waffle my way through a vague semblance of a response to most questions. But not this one.
Is it an awkward question, or is it just me?
Why is it that this question makes me feel a bit exposed, like I’ve been caught out wearing no knickers under my sarong? Why do I find it mildly intrusive, like I’ve been asked why I’m not wearing any knickers under my sarong? I’m usually pretty open and willing to answer most things, falling foul of the TMI rule on many an occasion. But this question just makes me feel uncomfortable and despite my advanced psychological training (hehe) I can’t put my finger on why.
Living on the periphery of your comfort zone
When I woke up this morning I didn’t know where I was. I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often- since leaving home in June we are staying in our ninth home. When we arrived in Auckland late Monday night we weaved through the dark and windy airport car park to find the elusive row E and our hire car. Slamming the doors to the creeping chill we huddled over the GPS to input an unfamiliar address in an unknown town. At 1AM we pulled up outside a drive we thought probably belonged to our next home exchange.
Our new home in New Zealand
As we approached the front door we still weren’t 100% sure we’d find a key under the mat and the rain had started in earnest. We wrestled our bags up the steep drive in our arms in case the wheels woke the neighbours. An hour later we were tucked up in someone else’s bed, marvelling at the wonders of an electric blanket. This stuff is more normal for us than wearing a groove in the same route to do the same things and living within the same 5 mile radius for 90% of our lives. That’s what seems strange to us.
Is Saturday night in front of the X factor inevitable?
I don’t know how long we will keep doing this for. The question implies an assumption that it must come to an end. I imagine if I asked a friend who has a lovely 3 bedroom home, a new car and a shiny career how long they would be doing that for I would get some funny looks. Does my chosen lifestyle have an expiration date? Will there be a time when I will grow up and settle down to one place? Can this only happen in conjunction with a commitment to shopping in the same supermarket week after week, seeing the same friends, spending weekends in the DIY store followed by X factor and a take-away?
Chris don’t wanna settle down!
That’s not to say I don’t enjoy those things from time to time. I like a trip to Ikea as much as the next person. I too have a candle cupboard which could give a cathedral at Christmas a run for its money. We home exchange- so we CAN go home. That’s why we are ‘flex-pats’ and not permanent travellers. But for me the old adage of ‘everything in moderation’ works for staying put just as much as it does for travelling. No need to spoil a good thing by overdoing it. When I am in my home in the UK I want to LOVE it. I don’t want to be there because it’s safe and easy and familiar. And when it starts to become those things then it’s time to move. So in answer to the question, I don’t know. I don’t understand why I would know that. It works for now; when it doesn’t we will do something else. I’m all for having a plan- but I don’t have a crystal ball.
Do you know how long you will keep doing this (whatever you life currently is) for? Do you want to know?
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