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Finding Home (part 2)

Written by Will on . Posted in Expat Life, Global Travel, Living in Asia, Living in South America, Nomadic Lifestyle, Travel, Working and Living in Antarctica

part 1
Being an Outsider

After leaving Hawaii, I went to Jackson. I was excited to be able to spend time with my kids, I was excited about skiing and I was happy to once again be surrounded by the natural beauty of this place. I saw an old friend or two, visited the same places I always liked going and had some epic ski days. The whole time I felt like an outsider, like I didn’t fit, there was no real emotional or spiritual connection. Perhaps I was experiencing a hangover of sorts from Hawaii, or perhaps Jackson Hole simply doesn’t have anything more for me.

Gathering No Moss

Obligations in Denver took me away from Jackson. Being in Denver during an airfare sale made it easy to return to Hawaii. I felt as if I were going home this time, though for a much shorter period of time on this trip. I was able to complete my SCUBA certification, I spent quite a bit of time in “my neighborhood” and began to see Honolulu from the perspective of a local. I really enjoy being in Honolulu, and in fact am giving serious consideration to buying property somewhere on the island of O’ahu. Does attaching your name legally to a piece of land make that piece of land your home?

Another couple of weeks in Jackson Hole preceded a return to Denver for more work stuff. I spent two weeks in Denver meeting some of the people I will be spending my second winter in Antarctica with and learning some valuable skills. There is a pretty large population of “ice expats” in the Denver area and I was able to meet up with a couple of folks I wintered with. I also came to the realization that my network of friends from the ice is very expansive. I’ve spent long enough in the program (USAP – the United States Antarctic Program) that if I don’t know a long-time program person personally, I know them through the anecdotes I’ve heard about them. Does a community have to be confined to some geographical location? Does its name have to equate to a place on a map? Can this community be “home” even though there is no land for sale and it is impossible to be domiciled here?

Stay tuned for part 3

Finding Home (part 1)

Written by Will on . Posted in Expat Life, Global Travel, Living in Asia, Living in South America, Nomadic Lifestyle, Travel, Working and Living in Antarctica

A Social Pitfall to the Nomadic Lifestyle

No matter where I go, especially when I find myself amongst other travelers, The question always comes up; “Where are you from?”. Limitations of the English language make this question pretty tough to answer – whereas if I were a speaker of say…Spanish I would have two separate forms of “I am” to choose from. If I were able to imply simply by my choice of verbs that the “where” that I say I am from is temporary, answering this seemingly easy question would be simpler than it is in English. Usually when someone asks me where I am from, the result is some sort of an oration or summary life story that ends with me explaining that I call Jackson, WY home but don’t actually live anywhere. If I’m in a hurry or simply don’t want to deliver a long address, I will answer simply “earth”.

Putting a Stick Pin in a map Doesn’t Make it “Home”

Jackson Hole, WY is one of the most wonderful places on the face of the earth. It is scenically gorgeous, a mecca for outdoor recreation, has a great deal to offer in the way of arts and culture, especially considering its small size and also happens to be where my children live. These are all good reasons to identify with this particular geographical location, but none of those reasons make this place feel like home.

If it “Feels” Like Home, is it Really Home?

This year the first place I went when I left Antarctica was Hawaii. Towards the end of my stay, after I had had time to really count my blessings, I was experiencing an overwhelming feeling of elation with the course my life had taken and with where I was geographically. That feeling was so strong that I was actually concerned that I might be a little bit manic. While I was in Hawaii I learned to surf, I discovered the magic of snorkeling and I began a SCUBA certification course. I also met up with a few of the folks whom I spent the winter with at The South Pole and I made a very positive emotional connection with a place and the people who were there. Upon leaving Hawaii, I experienced an emotional response that can only be described as “leaving home”.

Part 2 coming soon…

Thoughts on Becoming an Expatriate

Written by Will on . Posted in Expat Life, Living in South America, Nomadic Lifestyle

I first encountered an expat community when I was serving my country in Korea. The bulk of the expats which I met in Seoul were American school teachers, teaching at on-post schools for dependent children of U.S. service members. The resultant journal entry was my first attempt at journaling as an adult. I was more than just a little bit intrigued by this group of people. They had been the furthest thing from my mind for a long time now, right up until I started thinking about writing this post.

Over the years I have given quite a bit of thought to living in a country other than the U.S. A bevy of motivators have been responsible for these fleeting thoughts. I imagine that nearly everyone who travels abroad goes back home with fantasies of moving to their recent vacation spot, but few actually follow through with it. We have a home back home, usually we have family ties to some piece of earth, for U.S. citizens it can be tough to get a job abroad – especially once you become old enough to actually know what you want to be when you grow up. Getting residency in a foreign country can be a much larger hassle than many of us want to take on. I’m sure it’s easier if, like the school teachers, you have sponsorship from an employer…but not all of us want an employer. For all the reasons that most of us decide not to take the plunge, the idea still lingers in my mind. Having been out of the U.S. for 14 months now, and thinking about my inevitable return I begin, again, to think about leaving…and staying gone.

I don’t intend for this to ever become a political blog. I rarely have a very strong opinion on anything political, save the snide remark I save to direct towards the dillweeds at the TSA (I know, I know, you work for the TSA and you’re not a dillweed – I was referring to your co-worker who is a dillweed of epic proportions). If I ever get energized about any political topic, it’s usually about something local to the place I call home.

When I read the details in the New York Times about the latest $700 billion bailout plan, it really turned my stomach and got me pretty upset. Dick Cheney received how much money when he “retired” from Haliburton? His compensation from Enron was how much? And he is not alone, he is simply the most visible to me. Politicians at all levels benefit greatly from this bailout, these same politicians have also benefited greatly from the poor decisions that these companies have made and now, they’re writing themselves more bonus checks backed by my tax dollars. This is the kind of thing that you hear about corrupt Venezuelan and Zimbabwean governments doing. Those in power are cashing in, and will leave the rest of us flat broke.

The alarming bit of the article I read about the new bailout is that Harvard educated economists are telling us that the current crisis is simply a matter of home prices falling. This simply isn’t so. Looked at real estate in the west? Home prices are mostly holding steady or going up. There may be cases where prices are falling, but these are isolated. Housing prices are going down where? Michigan maybe. This would be caused by a lack of jobs – not by market forces which can be legislated. Housing prices have been artificially high for several years now. Speculation has driven the prices up. It’s like a pyramid scheme…the first ones in actually can make money, but sooner or later, you run out of gullible people to buy into it and the scheme collapses under its own weight. The only way to correct housing prices is to let the market do what the market will do. By prolonging the inevitable, politicians and CEOs are merely extending their personal gains and extending the losses of hard-working folks who voted these asshats into office. Folks, we’re being taken for a ride.

The other driving force behind my renewed thoughts of leaving the U.S. is the overwhelming stupidity exhibited by – well, anyone who would vote for McCain/Palin – and believe me, there are a lot of them. If Sarah Palin represents what an American is, I don’t want to be one. Mind you, I’m not exactly an Obama fan either, and have absolutely no clue who Joe Biden is or what he stands for, but I do know that Palin spells trouble for America and that John McCain would be nothing more than another man of privilege that married into money if not for his P.O.W. status…hero? Meh…not in my book. Want to live in a Theocracy with a collapsed economy? Go ahead and vote for McCain/Palin. The voting public (wal-mart shoppers) seem to like Palin. My hope is that the upcoming debates will shed some light on how the candidates stand on the issues and expose Palin for the moronic, holier-than-thou piece of trailer trash that she is. The one positive note is that with a geezer and a redneck, Florida should be no contest this time around (I know, you’re from Florida and you’re not a redneck or a geezer…you are among a minority)

Now the question is, where does one move to? I mean, I certainly don’t want to renounce my citizenship, I am proud to be an American and if I happen to be part of a minority who doesn’t want to see my country plundered by corruption and greed then what options do I have until the next election or until this mess gets fixed up? Stay tuned as I will be exploring South America – the one continent I haven’t been on next (northern) spring/summer.

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