I’ve never lived a geographically stagnant life; I’ve called New Jersey, Ontario, Alberta, and the Philippines home before moving to California 12 years ago. So given my nomadic history and the fact that today’s job climate is rather bleak, I am considering my next big move. I currently have my sights on England, France, and Italy. Given the past few years, I guess I’ve been gearing up for these destinations since I have spent amazing family vacations in those countries and have taken both French and Italian language courses. Okay, so perhaps the title of this blog post and epigraph reveal that the English major in me is allowing Ernest Hemingway’s expatriate European life to weigh additional influence. Literary works aside, I’ve also been consulting John Moretti’s Moon Living Abroad in Italy for a practical emigrate perspective. One thing I’ve learned so far is that the process won’t be easy —the laborious procedure of getting your work visa, relatively high costs of living, and overall culture shock—but Moretti stresses that the valuable, life-changing experience of foreign living is what makes it all worthwhile.
If you ask me, having a fulfilling time abroad during this economic downtime definitely seems worthwhile, as opposed to reeling in post-grad “now what?” frustration. A college counselor once told me, “With your degree, the world is pretty much your oyster.” Cliché, but I’ll have to agree with it quite literally.
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” —Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast