As an expat I often feel guilty over not doing more in my new home city. Shouldn’t I be watching a show, listening to authors recite their work, visiting museums, going to talks, meeting friends for after work (theirs, not mine) drinks, like every week? I mean, isn’t that the main reason we moved here, to be city people?
I often enjoy planning what to do that I often forget about the now. I love to daydream about all the activities I will do and soon enough time goes by and most of the things I want to do are forgotten or not available to see anymore.
So I am often left feeling guilty that I am not doing more more more. When I lived in NYC, Roanoke and Austin I would go stir crazy. I find the exact opposite here. I love staying in my flat with the fire on and wasting the day away reading, baking or chatting online with my husband while he’s at work. Maybe it’s the short days? I feel as though I was more active, more involved in doing Londonish things when I arrived in the spring. The sun would set hella late in the night and that made doing things more fun. Sunlight breathes so much life into you. I love grey days but I’m starting to become a hermit. Luckily I have managed to get out a bit last week and will continue to do so come rain or more rain.
Anyhow, I wonder if anyone else suffers from expat guilt? Feeling as though they just don’t come close to taking advantage of all London, or whichever your expat city has to offer? Can’t just be me, right?