Hi,
I moved to Bristol from Australia early this year. I'm half Asian and grew up in Asia. I have a 2 year old son who is, unfortunately, diabetic. In the last 5 years, I have been moving from country to country for my husband's work. Now that we're here, I would just like to feel that I could "belong" somewhere.
I come from a relatively middle class background, went to a posh girls school, had very posh friends prior to meeting my English husband, had a very social and exciting pr career, and traveled a bit. I was also in the music industry - performed live and on tv, all that stuff. I am not a celebrity, but I had an interesting single life. I grew up with maids in the house, a driver, and not having to worry about any practical or household matters for the first 27 years of my existence. I am not brilliant or anything like that at all..in fact, I think I am just a simple woman who used to have a fabulous life. But since meeting my husband and leaving what was "home," I've had to readjust and re-learn a lot of things. I've had to learn how to cook, clean, shop for food, and all the usual stuff that most people don't even think about having to learn to do. I get nervous about taking the bus or riding the train by myself, and especially if I have to take my son in the buggy on public transport. I feel sad that I'm only learning these practical things at such a mature age, and that I never thought about it before. It's like a handicap for me, as I tend to think slower in practical situations, where others would just act.
I feel so different, that I don't know if I'll ever fit in. I feel like I'm having to "catch up" all the time - catch up on the practical stuff, catch up on the culture, catch up on parenting, etc. Am I alone in this? Do people, especially new immigrants, new mums, or those in a mixed race relationship feel anything like this?
I've recently gone back to studying and have met some lovely ladies in class. Saying that, I still haven't found someone that I can be totally comfortable with, without fear of being misunderstood. Funny enough, there was a 60+ year old magistrate who I was sat next to in class, and I thought I could talk to him more than anyone else there (strangely, he said the same thing to me). It turns out he comes from a similar background, was raised in Asia, and is quite well traveled, competitive, and adventurous.
I miss having friends. And it makes me feel sad. My life is so different now. Unfortunately, I cannot go back to work as yet since my son has diabetes and needs constant looking after. We could not give the responsibility of insulin injections to nursery staff. I'll have to wait till he's 3 before I can even consider part-time work.
I have resolved to look ahead to the future and not think about what I've left behind. Just move on, move forward. But it sure is a lonely process.