Thursday, May 8, 2008
Nomad said to me last summer that the second year as an expat would be harder. She was right in many ways. It is harder, and it's easier.
We are more settled in, we have friends and jobs, I can communicate with everyone much much better, we are developing an infrastructure of people who we help out and who help us out, who we socialise with and who connect us with the community and the world outside our little mini-Canada.
It is also harder. It is more real; there are more hassles; I still cannot speak as well as I need or want to; we all, I think I can safely say all, miss living on the boat dreadfully.
I sometimes question why we are doing this, though I also know why we are doing this.
Easier and harder. More different and more the same.
I would also miss it dreadfully if we left. I remind myself of that too.
I still post boat pictures on the blog though, and still feel like Oreneta's gone aground in many ways.