Do you consciously consider yourself an expat (if you’re someone living outside your home country)? If not, is there a label you prefer, and why?
Reins NY Style Deli. Amazing Jewish Deli in Vernon, CT. A perfect place to stop and eat on the drive between MA and NYC. Part of what I consider my “home” stomping ground.
Today’s post was inspired by my friend Jessica. In the course of a conversation on the Expat Bostonian Facebook Page, she mentioned that she doesn’t actually think of herself as an expat, although she’s been living abroad for the past 15 years. Her comment inspired me to think about my conscious choice to use the “expat” label. I’ve never thought of myself as anything but since we moved abroad.
I began to wonder how the labels we use to define ourselves relate to our feeling about living abroad…
For me, I think there is some level on which the term expat is comforting. It implies (in my head, anyway) a level of impermanence. That I can always go back “there” again (even as I’m learning that the “there” I’m from has ceased to exist). It’s a handy label–I’m not from here, I’m from somewhere else…please excuse my bumbling incompetence. I’ve chosen to take the label and wrap it around me like a security blanket.
What about you…what labels did you choose? Do you like the term expat?