I have recently become a follower of a new blog, as a result of a reblog by a blogger I follow.
This blogger is very young from my perspective. As in late thirties, early forties, I would guess. She is a Saffer living in SA. She is very defensive and I like her style. I haven’t back tracked much (no time) but I did read one blog. “On angry expat South Africans”.
Us expats are constantly having to defend ourselves for leaving. Accused of scouring the net for bad news, simply to justify our reasons for abandoning the beloved country. And so the endless mud slinging goes on.
Many South Africans who left have returned, with huge relief no doubt. I don’t doubt that had we been younger when we left, we would certainly have returned. This is a difficult one. If you have young children you have responsibilities, and this is a valid reason for departing and staying away, making the best of it. Then again, if we hadn’t been heading into our dotage at the time, we would never have made the decision to leave anyway. Returning has never been an option – too old – and we count ourselves lucky for having had the option to leave in the first place. Living on a farm way out in the sticks became fairly nerve wrecking, and we now live an almost entirely placid life.
And, dear God, is it boring.
Would I rather be murdered in my bed than die of boredom? It’s debatable.
I’m not an ‘angry’ expat. But I am regretful.
Did many of us expats become addicted to adrenalin? Is this one of the reason so many of us long for South Africa and are never able to let go entirely?
Just thinking 🙂