27 October 2011

Another rant and rave when I should be doing something more productive

Assumption, expectation and romantic idealism, can seriously stuff up your day and piss off your friends at the same time! Trust me, I know. I was an expat for just over eight years. During that time there were many occasions when I fell into the trap of going on about how fantastic my home country is. Being my own worst judge, I sometimes found myself in the unfortunate position of continuing on for far too long, labouring a silly and ultimately pointless point, and  some times actually being told to shut up by friends, who were really only trying to protect me from myself! It’s funny how you can assume something will be one way, or completed in a certain way, only to find out later that it is or happens completely differently in reality. Recent experiences have forced me to reconsider the assumptions, expectations and romantic ideals I have about the land of my birth. The most annoying and current experience is all my worldly possessions still being held by customs, even though they were shipped before my departure to enable them to be here before my arrival! Their excuse at customs, according to the shipping company which is my only point of contact, is that there is a backlog and this is their busiest time of the year. Having been told that the process normally takes ten to fifteen days, I’m feeling that seven weeks is just a wee bit inefficient, don’t you? I have been continually told by the shipping company that customs cannot be pushed and that I just have to wait. I assumed that they were telling the truth about it taking ten to fifteen days. I had the expectation that I would be in my house enjoying all my belongings weeks ago. And finally, I let myself get sucked in by romantic idealism that the grass is always greener, or rather things actually get done when people say they will be! Patience has never been one of my strong points. I am the most impatient person I know, stemming from the fact that I arrived (was born) before the doctor did, and have been impatient ever since. So imagine how I must be feeling about this now seven weeks and counting delay. I’m trying very hard to maintain my optimism, but it’s getting harder and harder to do so.

Have you, dear reader, ever had an experience similar to this? Please comment and share. I should add at this point, that what I have just written about pales into insignificance compared to many other people and what they have had to put up with. The people of New Zealand and the bad run with natural disasters they have had this year. The people of Thailand with the flood, or Libya or anywhere else there is conflict or suffering. It’s all relative, I know, but..... I miss my bed, books, CD and DVD collection, sofa, and all the other basic things we all take for granted each and every day, even though I know a very large proportion of the world’s population don’t even have clean water to drink, let alone be able to enjoy the things I’ve just listed.

Trying to keep it real here, so really want to read your comments.





 

3 comments:

  1. Hi Don,

    How can I not contribute given this is your virginal debut blog?! Well, I can definitely relate to your sentiment. Seven weeks is definitely a tat too long, so I don't think your grumble is an over-reaction at all. As long as you have the dog out of quarantine in time, that's the main thing. In buddhism, the belief is belongings are only an illusion, so try to do without them and perhaps practise some meditation instead LOL. The land of your birth is the land of my adoption and I am rather contented with it. On the contrary, I still often get incensed by the happenings in the land of my birth (Malaysia). In that regard, I share your sentiment. After being away from Malaysia for a while, I may have forgotten the bad stuff but usually get reminded of them the minute I land. I get more moved as the plane prepares for landing on terra nulius than if I were to head back to Malaysia. If I have been away extensively for work, when the Qantas overhead music turns to "I still call Australia home, I usually have teary eyes." On one extended trip, I left when Jeff Kennett was in power and came back to a Labour government. Being asian, I got quized more often and more extensively entering the UK and US, homecoming is usually sweet. Not sure if my flow of thoughts here make perfect sense. Who can blame me - the end of a gruesome week and the start of an ultra long weekend, and I have had some wine at dinner with Gregg, so I am delirious! Thanks for providing the space and inducement for my verbal diarrhoea! Welcome back. So I assume now that you are back with the dog, M is not far off? Would like to catch up one day soon. Perhaps yum cha would remind you fondly of where you have just departed from...

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  2. Knowing that things are back to normal, you somehow turned a negative experience into some positive thinkings which makes people reflects. Like!

    Duck

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  3. Thanks Duck. I always try to remember the other people who are worse off than me.

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