What Freaks Me Out About Moving Abroad

In 20 days I will be moving to Wales. There is a distinct possibility that my life will never be the same. I’ve got this weird thing. I blame it on being a middle child (Now that I’m thinking about it, I blame a whole lot of random stuff on being a middle child. Oh well). I love adventure, from moving to a new places to getting a new jobs, I’ll take it. However, the idea of growing, of changing, of people becoming different than they were before, that freaks me out.

 I can handle change in environment, but I can’t handle it when people change.

Moving to Wales, I’m not worried about the new food or the new accents or the new way of washing dishes. I am worried that while I am gone people will change. I’m worried that the five year old boy who I used to nanny won’t like Thomas the Tank Engine anymore. Worse, he might not even remember who I am and how many bad guys we captured and damsels in distress we saved together. I’m worried that my siblings will grow up without me noticing and become semi-strangers. I’m worried that my best friends will move on in their lives and forget their crazy friend across the ocean.

I know it is selfish, but I just want to freeze the whole world while I’m gone. I want kids to promise me that they won’t grow up and adults to promise me that they won’t grow older. I guess this is what seasoned travelers call FOMO, fear of missing out. It isn’t that I don’t want them to have fun or host birthday parties that I can’t attend, it is that I don’t want people I know to become people I don’t know. 

Who am I kidding? I won’t be frozen in time across the ocean like Rip Van Winkle. When I come home, I’ll have changed too. I don’t know how I’ll be different, but I’m pretty sure I will be. In some ways that is the scariest part of all.

I can’t control how other people change, but I can somewhat track myself. I’ve prepared myself questions: questions people have asked me, questions I’ve been asking myself. I want to half answer them now and then answer them again after a year or two to see how much I’ve changed.

Did You Pick Up A British Accent?

This has got to be the #1 thing people ask/tell me when they found out I’m moving to the UK.

“YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE AN ACCENT!”

Ummm… I’m 19, hopefully past the accent-aquiring stage, but then again I picked up a Mid-Western accent when Sarah Palin was running for  Vice President, and I wasn’t even voting for her. In other words, I’m extremely vulnerable to accents. And multiple people have told me that when I was a wee one, I spoke with a British accent. I was probably acting out a princess story in the back of my mind or something.

Anyhow, I’m afraid coming back with an accent might come off as obnoxious, so I’m going to fight it.

Do You Speak Another Language?

If I haven’t become officially bilingual by the time I’m 22, I’ll be seriously disappointed in myself.

What Countries Have You Visited?

Okay, let’s give the dream list: Germany, Italy, Russia, Israel, Tajikistan. We’ll see how that goes.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

A US Foreign Service Officer who works in crazy dangerous consulates for a few years before settling down to teach middle schoolers history.

What Is The Goal Of Your Whole Life?

Easy, Knowing Christ. Like my favorite song says:

Oh how sweet it is just to know my Christ!
Knowing Him’s the goal of my whole life.
Gaining Him supplies me, day by day,
He’s rich, He’s excellent in every way.
I’m fully captured by Him, my All in all,
He fills my heart with faith to love Him when I call.
Every day He grows more as faith in me
As I dwell one with Him organically.

Tune in again in 790 days to get future Susanna’s responses to these questions. In the mean time, feel free to slap me in the face if I start to change too fast. Also comment below if there are any other questions I should ask myself, now or later.

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

4 thoughts on “What Freaks Me Out About Moving Abroad”

  1. I definitely had the same worry- that time won’t stand still just because I’m gone! I’m also a middle child (which I blame all my problems on as well) and I’ve found that my relationship with my siblings has improved since I went abroad 🙂

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    1. That is so encouraging. Thanks for your comment, it truly made my day! Middle children must stick together. Isn’t it great to have a birth order taking the blame for all your peculiarities?

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  2. I totally, 100%, completely understand you. I moved from Canada to Australia three (almost four now) years ago and that was one of my biggest fears. I had friends and family that I wanted to just stick in a time capsule that I could open up whenever I wanted, and there were some people that I wished would change when I was gone. We went back to visit over Christmas, and I found that while everyone did change, no one changed at all (which is very contradictory, I know). People grew up and people were still immature and a few people stayed the same but in the end they were still them, so it didn’t really matter too much. And I suppose a huge thing was that I changed as well. I’m definitely not the same person who left Canada and I’m super glad I’m not too. I think it might have been a bit of a shock for everyone, too, meeting up with the new me after all this time 🙂

    I think the biggest thing to remember though is that it’s worth it in the end. People change and you change and your view of life will change, but in the end everyone is still them. And with great friends, you’ll pick up where you left off and nothing will have changed.

    I’m super excited to read about your journey! (And I still don’t have an accent, I only say the odd Aussie word. I think you might miss out on the accent.))

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    1. Thank you so much Victoria! Your words mean a whole lot to me. You are right, change is natural. Even when we change we don’t turn into different people, in some ways we are still the same, and that is a comfort. Wow, I am so inspired by your journey from Canada to Australia. Oh, and you are the first solid hope I have had that I will manage to come out without an accent change : )

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