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An Expat In America

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I moved to the U.S. as a green card holder in 1995. I became a naturalized citizen in 2000. However, I still consider myself Irish and I’m sure I’ll never think of myself as American. Coming up to this 4th of July, I’ve been thinking about our time living here especially since we’re in the process of packing up our house in advance of our family world trip. To that end, here’s a random set of observations about the good old U.S. of A. – from the expat perspective.

* It seems that every time I’m on the freeway for longer than thirty minutes I pass someone hauling a mattress. I don’t know that I have ever seen a mattress on a car or truck in Ireland. Ever.

* You should be immensely proud of the National Parks. They’re amazing. The State Park system in the states I’m most familiar with (Washington, Oregon, California) are worth mentioning too.

* You do realize that the number of questions asked when ordering a cooked breakfast in the U.S. is enough to leave any first-time visitor tongue-tied, right?

* Speaking of which, the two hardest things for me to order at a restaurant or cafe are tuna and water – and that’s with my very best American accent. Small words, totally different vowel sounds.

* The first time someone asked me “Paper or plastic?” at a grocery store, I replied “I’ve got cash here”. Boy, did I feel stupid.

* Micro-brewery beer is a fantastic idea. It’s sad that everyone outside the U.S. thinks that Budweiser is a great American beer. They are really missing out.

* Pitchers are another great idea. I’m sure the only reason they’re not common in Ireland is because a pitcher of Guinness would be all wrong. It’s a pity really.

* All American stores seem to start advertising Valentine’s Day the day after they take down the President’s Day banners (and similarly for all subsequent holidays). Am I the only one living in this country who would like a break between these assaults on my wallet just once in a while?

* Americans work way too much. Intellectually I understand that the 300 million great American consumers are the engine of the U.S. economy. Emotionally, I think an extra week vacation time as standard would do wonders for the national psyche.

* I will never understand why it’s OK to get married, vote, enlist in the army and drive a car at 18 (or younger) but you can’t drink a beer until you’re 21.

* Before I moved here I didn’t know who Lewis and Clarke were and I hadn’t heard of the Louisiana Purchase – and that’s just for starters. I won’t hold it against you if you don’t know some of the finer details of Irish history.

I think that’s enough for now.
If you have an oddity about living in the U.S. you’d like to add, please do so in the comments below. If you want to counter with oddities you observed while visiting Ireland or hanging out with Irish friends, feel free to leave that too.

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From Expat To Tourist To Expat Again

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I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to get on an airplane as When we boarded our flight to Chicago this past Saturday. Thanks to the eruption of the Icelandic volcano with the unpronounceable name, our two-week trip to Ireland had become three weeks and we were all more than ready to go home. We had a great time and I’ve got a mountain of photos and plenty of stories to tell about our trip, but first I need to set the stage.

Two days ago I was in a store in my home town, Navan, when the friendly manager asked me where I was from. “Here”, I answered wryly knowing full well that he was only asking because I didn’t sound like a local. I can’t hide that I’m an expat any more. I’ll always be Irish, but what that really means has become less clear to me the longer I’ve lived out of the country. When we first moved to the U.S. it made sense to refer to Ireland as home but lately this didn’t seem to be appropriate any more particularly since we hadn’t spent any appreciable amount of time in the country with our kids since 2002. Before our trip, I promised myself that I would take time during this visit to re-aquaint myself and my children with Ireland.

The reason for our trip was to attend two family weddings so we interleaved being tourists around those to the bemusement of many family members and the consternation of others. Catching the Easter 1916 celebrations in Dublin on Easter Sunday, the first day of our trip, was a great start even if we were all horribly jet-lagged as we stood in the bright April sunshine. I fell in love with the wilds of Connemara and was sad to leave after a short three day stay. We spent the next day in Galway before heading east to scenic Wicklow for the first wedding, and then did a mad loop of the country stopping in Dublin, Antrim, Sligo and finishing with two beautiful days in West Clare before heading south to Cork for the second wedding. We even managed to squeeze in three whiskey distillery tours and my children got plenty of time to practice both their Irish (Gaelic) and their irish accents along the way.

By the day after the second wedding we couldn’t ignore the impact of Eyjafjallajokull, most of European airspace was closed so we weren’t going to be going anywhere. It would have been lovely to continue being tourists but our budget dictated this as impractical especially since there was a more economical option available to us. We reverted to being expats and were able to take advantage of the generousity of family members offering places to sleep. But traveling with two boisterous boys, including a teenager with ADHD, while living out of an overnight bag and sleeping in spare rooms is decidedly not fun no matter how generous the welcome.

This is the challenge with being a visiting expat: it’s great to go home but time is always too short, there’s always way too many people to see and, with children of all ages, space is an issue. We’ve avoided these problems over the past few years by meeting family in other countries where everyone was on vacation. During this trip I realized that I really like Ireland and that we should go there more often. (The unseasonably warm and sunny weather was obviously at play here, but I happen to know that Ireland is fun in the rain too.) The problems of people, space and time while being there – or, put another way, the colliding responsibilities of concurrently being daughter, sister, wife, mother and friend – are things I’ll be pondering between now and our next visit in August 2011. If you have any suggestions on how you manage this, particularly with teenagers, while visiting your family wherever they are, do leave a comment below.

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