“You never did adjust to new places easily” my mother said. I had just spent the past twenty minutes whining about how much I missed Norway and my friends.
I pondered. Me – the most easy going person in the world. Me – the curious one, always the first one to reach out and engage in conversation with strangers. The one who didn’t think twice to pack up and head into the unknown on a one-way ticket with no idea of when I would return.
The truth is I was always an accidental traveler. I moved countries because I felt that I had to not because I felt that the unknown beckoned.
She was right – I never did adjust easily. I was always home sick, I always struggled to find my footing in a new country. But I always manage to work through the process because that’s all it really is – a process.
First you love the place. It’s all new and exciting, the smells, the scenery and the people.
Then you start getting a little fed up with the small things. The trick is to keep busy because if you slip up here then the small things start growing into big things and before you know it they will bury you. Keep away from negative people – they can hold you back.
Homesickness will set in when you least expect it. This is the hard part. Watch out because if you allow it take over then you will go down a negative spiral. It sneaks up on you so watch out- you might not see it coming.
And finally there’s nothing left to do but surrender and accept. Surrender to everything that your new home has to offer and accept that this is it for the next how ever long you intend to stay. Ok, there’s more to it than that but that’s the basic outline.
I’m currently stuck on the homesick part. Maybe because I didn’t really want to come to the Canaries in the first place. Island life has never been my thing – frankly I think it’s overrated.
Yet I made the choice to come here. Hell knows what I was thinking. I definitely expected it to be more like the Costa Blanca just with nicer beaches. Hint – it’s nothing like the Costa Blanca.
I have worked out a plan in order to survive this ‘ordeal’ of mine. For the next few months that we are here we are going to ‘discover’ a new place every second weekend. That way I can pretend that I am Christopher Columbus in the age of discovery. I say Christopher Columbus because I expect that just like him I will find myself lost and in the wrong place at some point.
By the time I am finished with my discovery I will love this place so much I won’t want to leave! Ok, maybe I’m going overboard but you get the drift.