I lived 15 years in Kuwait, I hated it. I dreamed of moving to Jordan. After I moved with family to Jordan I felt entrapped and bored all the times. I wanted so badly to leave the country. I went to pursue a Masters degree in Penang, Malaysia. A beautiful island that is a tourist attraction all year round. But, I was counting the days to finish my program and leave. I left as soon as I passed my viva (thesis defense) before even receiving my certificate. I have been in the Mid West for 12 years and I know I don’t want to live here any longer. Hopefully, one more year and I am done. I just can’t live any longer away from the coast.
So, it seems at 40 I am still not decided, yet, where I want to live or where is my happy place. What about you? Do you know where you want to work or live?
I wish countries don’t have these visa and immigration issues. I would love to work for a year or two in Europe.
The following excerpt is from the book “The Road Less Traveled.” The theme here is ‘responsibility.’ That is, we should accept responsibility for a problem before we can solve it. It is strange to what extent we can go to find lame excuses not to enjoy our life or adapt to a new place, culture or environment.
A young wife, also in Okinawa, cut her wrist lightly with a razor blade and was brought to the emergency room, where I
saw her. I asked her why she had done this to herself.
“To kill myself, of course.”
“Why do you want to kill yourself?”
“Because I can’t stand it on this dumb island. You have to send me back to the States. I’m going to kill myself if I have
to stay here any longer.”
“What is it about living in Okinawa that’s so painful for you?” I asked.
She began to cry in a whining sort of way. “I don’t have any friends here, and I’m alone all the time.”
“That’s too bad. How come you haven’t been able to make any friends?”
“Because I have to live in a stupid Okinawan housing area, and none of my neighbors speak English.”
“Why don’t you drive over to the American housing area or to the wives’ club during the day so you can make some
“Because my husband has to drive the car to work.”
“Can’t you drive him to work, since you’re alone and bored all day?” I asked.
“No. It’s a stick-shift car, and I don’t know how to drive a stick-shift car, only an automatic.”
“Why don’t you learn how to drive a stick-shift car?” She glared at me. “On these roads? You must be crazy.”