It’s been almost a year and a half since I started this blog, and things have changed quite a lot.
Since moving to Amsterdam, I’ve seen over 30 places across 14 countries, some multiple times. 95% of these places I’ve visited have been first time visits to new countries or new cities for me.
What happens when you go from seeing 1-2 new places a year to 30+? You get used to it. Just like a fish that grows bigger in a bigger fish bowl that it is given, or people whose “needs” become inflated when their income rises, everything in life normalizes around your new level. I find myself having to watch for how I present travels to my friends and family at home. I have to remember what it was like before I moved here, to hear what people that had these opportunities or this access sounded like to that version of me. I have to put myself back in my old shoes.
You learn to become comfortable with being uncomfortable, because it is your new normal. I bounce greetings and thanks across different languages without being ashamed at my poor accent. I meet new people from countries around the world regularly, and I learn new cultural nuances, witty phrases, political stances, and social sensitivities. On a more practical level, I don’t think twice that I will not understand emergency announcements or delayed train explanations on a platform. I am comfortable that my iPhone may very well not work, and that I’ll need to find my way without the blue dot of Google Maps.
This concept of normalizing to new levels, spun negatively, feels like you are never satisfied. Spun positively, you can always handle what you are given. Other things that happened this year that are pretty major: I got engaged, I’m planning two weddings (thanks to my marriage to an Australian, I get a legal we-need-to-apply-for-a- green-card-stat ceremony with family, as well as our dream wedding in France), my father died unexpectedly when I lived across the world away from family and friends, and as a result of the overwhelmedness, lack of motivation, and severe lack of focus, I’ve decided to reevaluate the career I’ve been had for the last 10 years.
So I’m in a place I never saw myself in even 3 years ago: in a loving and committed lifelong relationship, fatherless, and questioning my career. Re-defining who I am now is quite a feat; I call it, “finding my new life currency”. What is that thing that now defines my value? I thought that once I “made it” in my New York career, that I had everything figured out. I figured out how to define my value in life, and anyone doing it differently was not as smart, not as motivated, not as strong-willed. Having my job and excelling in my career defined me. Working hard and late, having many projects running at the same time, spending my hard earned money on rent, eating out, and drinking defined me. Being a New Yorker defined me.
I wasn’t unhappy, but there was a time limit to this way of living for me. Once I hit a certain age or time of my life, I suddenly realized that I didn’t actually care about the job I was doing; I was just really motivated that I was really good at doing it. I realized that this was not enough for me – being really good at something I really didn’t care about. It was time to move to a different place and change my perspective.
Throughout this process I am finding a way to learn and believe that parallel or sideways growth is just as much a movement upward as moving upward in your job or your income level. My first mentor once told me that a great and fulfilled life does not look like a ladder that only climbed up in the end, but instead is a mosaic of different points, skills, jobs, and experiences. And when you stand back to look, it has actually resulted in a beautiful piece of art.