|At the "Trick Eye" trompe l'oeil Museum in Seoul. Looks like I'm frightening B with my driving.|
As I've said before, being part of the expat community means becoming close to people in a short amount of time, and saying goodbye much more often than you do back in the 'real' world. People in the expat world come and go with astonishing frequency; Son#2 has already said goodbye to several friends he just met in August, and we already know a number of families that will be leaving this summer. Today we had to say 'goodbye' to two people who have been an important part of our little expat 'family' since our paths first crossed barely a year ago. MrL and MrA were working in the same office, both living in temporary accomodations in Seoul while we - their respective wives - packed up house and tied up loose ends back in the US. I still remember MrL suggesting to me that I 'friend' MrA's wife, 'B,' on FaceBook, so we could forge a cyber-acquaintance before meeting in person in Seoul. We commiserated long-distance over the headaches involved in trying to move house internationally, the excitement of seeing a new country, the heartache involved in leaving friends and family behind.
By the time B and I actually met in person in late June, I felt like I already knew her. She was the first friend I made in Seoul, and I soon discovered that she was a person who grabbed life with both hands.
Whatever hair-brained scheme I came up with (Chicken museum? Foot-nibbling fish?) she was game to try it. Within weeks of arriving, she'd used her incredible internal gyro to learn her way around Seoul like a native, mentally mapping the markets at Namdemun and Dongdemun with unerring accuracy, like some sort of superhuman GPS. Need to find something in Seoul? B could tell you where to find it - and exactly how to get there. Unlike so many expats (such as myself) who slowly and timidly worked their way in to life in a new country, she plunged in, and embraced it all, enjoying the people, the culture, and the experiences - fearlessly, enthusiastically, and with relish. After her kids went back to the US at the end of the summer, I remember thinking that B had probably seen and done more in three months than most people do in an entire stay. She was always ready to try something new, meet a new friend, visit a new place. Didn't turn out so great? No problem. It was still an adventure. She always had time to meet me for one of our infamous 3-hour 'lunches,' laugh with me over everything and nothing, listen when I needed an ear, share teen parenting advice when I needed it, and encourage when I needed encouragement.
But the friendship wasn't ours alone. Since MrL and A worked together, we were all often together at company functions, as well as the other get-togethers in our little expat community. We had dinners together on weekends, explored Seoul, shared a Thanksgiving. A & B got to know our children ( Son#2 dubbed them, "my other parents") and - when they came to visit that summer - we got to know theirs. Back home, in the 'real' world, a couple you'd only known for 6 months would be considered new acquaintances. In the expat community, friendships grow exponentially, watered and fertilized with a rich combination of mutual dependence, a dash of homesickness, the sense of shared adventure, and the understanding that you are a little bit like castaways - sharing a small familiar island isolated in an enormous ocean of the foreign culture.
|Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Halloween Cruise, Seoul 2011|
So, as you can imagine, when we heard that they would be leaving at the end of March, we were stunned. Saddened. Disappointed.
Oh, we were happy (ish) for them - they'd be returning to friends and family, a great position for MrA, a location near their kids - but at the same time, we couldn't help but feel sorry for our own loss. It seemed so cruel for us all to get to know each other, and -in just under a year - have them leave.
But this is it: friendship, expat-style. You have to make friends quickly and fearlessly. If you think too hard about where you all might be six months or a year from now, the inevitable partings to come, the uncertainty of the whole arrangement - well, you'd never make any friends at all. So you plunge in. You open yourself up, put yourself out there, extend your hand, and take your chances. And yes, there are partings, and tears, and different continents and time zones, but at the end of the day, you know what?
It's worth it.
Safe journey, friends.
|Seoul Lantern Festival, 2011|