An Education

I´ll never forget the dinner for initiation into Phi Beta Kappa. To this day I don´t know who nominated me but, a mysterious professor or several apparently believed that I should be part of only 22 people to represent my college graduating class that year. The speaker quoted Charles Schulz, in saying ¨there is no heavier burden than a great potential.¨ What an awesomely terrible self-fulfilling prophecy those words have become.

I feel like I have never been sufficiently satisfied in my career direction so when the opportunity came up to go to Buenos Aires, I jumped without so much as an afterthought feeling that anything was better than my lackluster office job. I desperately needed inspiration. I had all but stopped writing in my journal even.

Those days were dark. My days in Argentina have also been dim more often than I would want to admit to those I happily told about our plans to move here. I´ve just finished an intense round of long, brooding, teary, days trying to plan for what may be next because I feel this stage of professional exploration giving way to a more driven purpose. The thing about having potential is that you are always aware that you are capable of more and you are never satisfied. It weighs on you with every breath. Forget looking for a career that makes me feel happy. Discontent will likely be my reigning professional theme. And, I don´t think that is such a bad thing. While some friends have settled into meaningless careers and started acquiring stuff, I´ve tried a few different things, worked for myself, learned a new language, and lived abroad. I am an expert in stress management and transition planning. Nobody can budget like I can and I doubt many others can boast about their creative negotiation skills.

My advice to those graduating this year/recent grads: the best thing you can do for yourself now is to throw out all the conventional career advice ever thrust upon you by your parents. Spend some time in your 20s focusing on doing things you want and taking productive risks. Worried it will ruin your chances of getting a good job? It won´t. I can´t tell you how many 30 something professionals I have met that spent their 20s teaching in Thailand or, learning html and working odd jobs. What your parents don´t realize is that the days of climbing the career ladder are over for all but a few lucky ones. So, go create the person you want to be on your resume.

Vitamin Water Hitting BA Shelves!

It´s nice to find a loved product from home in BA. Here´s the vitamin water commercial from youtube. Over the holidays many trendy clothing stores in Palermo were giving out free samples of Vitamin Water. I even caught a Vitamin Water machine (empty) at a Farmacity on Cabildo in Belgrano. We brought more than a few bottles home during our shopping excursions over the holiday. I just drank the last of our stash. I think they still may be giving them out to customers. You´ll have to check if you are planning to buy anything over that way. They had also painted several of the benches in rainbow colors. This sounds like a great marketing scheme. I think the Vitamin Water people are well aware that a large part of their clientele is gay. At least this was an observation from living stateside for a lot of my life. This drink seems to be a hit in my home state among fit conscious gay clientele as well as straight people like myself. Rainbow colors painted on benches in uber fashionable Palermo, hmmmm. Just who are they trying to please there? Whoever they want to please, we are just happy to welcome the drink here and into our home once again. It is a favorite of mine for after a workout.

Subway subsidies swept by the wayside???

Say that three times fast.
Subway passengers are seeing a hefty increase in their fares this week from 1.10 to 2.50 per ride. The Presidenta has turned over the Buenos Aires subway system to Mauricio Macri and the city government. What I´ve been hearing from locals is that the price increase reflects a bit of a battle between the city government and Cristina´s camp. She wants to pass the subway over to the city without all the current subsidies. Apparently, the price could raise another peso or so per ride if the city does not reach an accord with the government regarding subsidy monies.

Today there were long lines at all the sube recharging locations that I passed on my commute. Many people are recharging their passes in anticipation that until the 12th of January those with passes will pay the old fare. I was charged the new fare on my sube pass today so, they may be waiting in line in vain. Still, you´ll need to keep about twice the amount on your sube cards unless you want to charge them more often.

Holiday Waste

At least once during the jovial season I stop and think about all the WASTE! There´s the wrapping paper, decorations, all the plastic wrapping, and leftover food that is trashed. It irks me. I love Christmas about as much as anyone but, I often feel unnerved with the junk obsession. It was great to see my Argentinian family here carefully unpack their Christmas decorations that they have had for years. At the end of the holiday they carefully pack them back up and save them for the next year. At least the seem to reuse the same ones every year.

Here in Buenos Aires or anywhere really, you can have a simpler Christmas if you want to.
Steps to a more minimalist Christmas
1. Don´t waste your money on filler gifts or, at least make them useful.
Some families can´t bear the thought of not doing stockings no matter where they are living. If you have to have them, fill them with practical items that we all need anyway. Toothpaste, granola bars, and a few certificates for prepaid yoga, music, or language classes are great options.
2. Consider giving gifts of time
Your time is perhaps the most valuable thing that you own. Give some of it away this season. Volunteer for something. Visit your elders.
3. Be a smarter card sender
I can´t tell you how many well intentioned cards I find months after I meant to send them. Receiving a handwritten note does feel special but, the reality is that for most of us this practice is archaic. We don´t have the time yet alone the practice in beautiful handwriting to do this anymore. If you are living abroad and find yourself away from close friends and families use a site like Hallmark.com to send your cards for you. They also have free ecards that I haven´t tried yet.

A post about Fear

When I talk to friends at home they often express their envy of my travel antics. Sometimes I feel even my brother thinks my life is adventurous. It isn´t necessarily that way. It is really just the only way I know how to live it. I grew up with a schizophrenic mother and her fits of fanciful stories. Everyday was an adventure. Some days we were running from maniac killers or, child molesters that were out to get me (all imaginary though I didn´t realize that until I was much older). Other days we were caught up in tales of grandeur and wonder. I kept my brother at a distance the best I could. I take a little bit of pride in his incredibly normal and stable 9-5 life. I don´t know how much he realized then or, does now. But as for me, well, I was caught in an unseen world.

Traveling and living abroad is very similar in some way. It feels like second skin. The cast and crew of my surroundings changes from time to time providing new plot twists in the adventure of my life. Danger lurks in the form of thieves looking to profit off an unsuspecting tourist and the drawbacks of corruptions and insecurity in a myriad of new rules in new places. Every now and then you even hear of a tourist or expat kidnapping somewhere out there. Ahh!!! Feels like my imagined youth. Learning languages fulfills my general desire to experience more than one facet of truth. It almost feels like I didn´t search for this type of life but, rather it found me. I ran from my mom at one time but out in the world I embrace her everyday. Luckily my partner in crime provides the bit of stability I crave as we pursue a mindfully directed life wherever we end up finding peace. Currently home base is Buenos Aires.

But the fear does creep in all the same. The last few days I´ve had a bit of an anxiety attack about just where my life is heading. Friends at home are settling into a normal rhythms complete with career path trajectories and mortgage payments. I however, am not even in range of something like that. My train is heading another direction. Today it leaves me begging, should I be? Will my current path fulfill me one day and when oh when will I ever arrive?

Why a trip to Walmart Triggered Homesickness and Drew Tears

When you grow in the U.S. you feel entitled to certain things. Shopping, competent customer service, low prices on many consumer goods, and short lines to name a few. These things are not inherent to many countries around the world but, in our isolation we get used to them. There is no doubt that we are still spoiled in many ways. It´s a wonder the things we feel entitled to are still within the grasp of many after years and years of economic recklessness. Maybe that will change and indeed it has changed for some but, that´s another topic.

As soon as I walked into Walmart on my search for Thanksgiving goods, jalapenos in a jar, and falafel mix the bright Christmas section grabbed my eye. ¨Oh wow they have the same stockings I once decorated at home,¨ I said. ¨Oh look they have angels to put on top of your tree here too.¨ I might as well have said ¨hey, they celebrate Christmas here too¨. Complete nonsensical dribble kept running from my lips and then the tears snuck up on me. I quickly brushed them away and went on with my hunting with new dreams and goals in my head. Maybe, just maybe I would find some of the grocery items I need to make my quick holiday staples like green been casserole and pumpkin pie using canned pie filling. As my search went on it became clear that things were just not going to be that easy. Canned pumpkin pie filling? In Argentina? Forget it. Here you have to make a lot from scratch. Then the tears crept in again as I envisioned myself sweating in the kitchen, wearing rags, and struggling over a word-burning iron stove to cook my Thanksgiving food. I said nonsensical, right? The lines on the way out were horrendous and a brief look at the prices in the makeup aisle made me feel sick to my stomach.

The whole process left me feeling homesick for the cute Christmas items that I didn´t want to waste money on and the ease of everything I had in the U.S. For you alarmist expats out there, it doesn´t mean I want to throw in the towel. I am just having a real bout of holiday homesickness.

Tango and Mala Macumba in Plaza Serrano

I usually keep my distance from Palermo. As fashionable as it is, it feels unproductive putting myself in range of excessive English. It also feels unproductive putting myself in range of the cute shops that could wrest my hard earned pesos from my hands. Maybe the neighborhood feels too close to home as well. The consumerism feels eerily familiar. I guess it makes me miss home a bit even and all the more during the holiday season. Yesterday I did venture out to Palermo though with several Americans in tow to hear a band called Mala Macumba and enjoy a drink. The band was actually pretty cool and between the members they boast a fun mix of cultures including Argentinian and American. We also enjoyed a little tango. The rhythm of Porteños always impresses me. During one of the band´s songs a passerby jumped in to dance with a member of the band. Their coordinator was impressive given that it was not choreographed. They looked like they had been always been dance partners.
It was good to spend a few hours among English speakers and tourists with whom I share culture references and similar humor. When trying to become part of a new community it is important not to alienate your own. Whenever I expat I always have a hard time with this balance.

Winning

Although the days here can get stressful, I can´t help but be content with this.

Remembering being an expat in Paris

On a recent trip we had some time to visit the first place I was labeled as an expat: Paris. My year there was filled with selfish romanticism and more than a few glasses of wine drunken on rooftops overlooking the city at night. I took everything the city had and I really didn´t give much back. I allowed myself to adopt the haughty attitude the French are often accused of having and try it on for size for the year. It was incredibly liberating. I brushed off insults with ease and ignored the inner voice of conscious that tells you what you are not capable of. Every now and then it is nice to get out of yourself.

This trip I returned for a visit bringing with me a more genuine me. It was nice to replace the old memories with something perhaps a bit more realistic. France was as I remembered it but I had changed. This time I didn´t feel the freeing of myself, I felt myself unattached to the city I once had vowed to remain in until something pried my big ego away. I was happy to return to Buenos Aires. Here I am learning to put my past and present together in the same piece of artwork. I am making a noble effort to accept, change, and mold everything into something greater.

Rebuilding

My identity is a balancing trick.  I am a creation of my past and my now and some days the two come crashing together in one serious mess of consciousness.  When the two come crashing together I have a hard time reconciling them.  I was more than happy to let go of some of my past and head abroad like a pioneer.   But the truth is that you never let go of  where you have been.  Past expectations of yourself resurface and when you can´t expect the same things of your new self in your new surroundings, a mental glitch hits.  For me this mental glitch can come in the form of hysterical conversations with family about what my life means and how feeble I feel constructing this new identity at times.  I really feel though that we realize our true potential when faced with the great task of rebuilding.  We go through life learning to destroy from society´s examples, destroying, and feeding our destructive thoughts.  We are nothing without learning to rebuild.

These quotes below resound with me right now and I bet they will resound with anyone trying to rebuild an identity.

¨Not the fire that kills, but the kind that tears down ancient walls and imparts to each human being his true possibilities. Cowards never allow their hearts to blaze with this fire; all they desire is for the changed situation to quickly return to what it was before, so they can go on living their lives and thinking in their customary way. The brave, however, set afire that which was old and, even at the cost of great internal suffering, abandon everything, including God and continue onward. …” Paolo Coelho from The Fifth Mountain

¨…we must put aside the fear that they awoke in us and begin to rebuild.¨Paolo Coelho form The Fifth Mountain

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