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Can someone please tell me what America is like now?

by Marian Schembari on September 28, 2012

I haven’t been home in two years. Haven’t seen my brothers or my best friend. Haven’t had a real apple pie or tasted my grandmother’s cooking. Two years.

TWO.

EFFING.

YEARS.

Part of me doesn’t understand how that happened. I am not that person. But, here I am, and it’s been two and half years since I’ve lived in the United States. Two years since I’ve been home at all. I had no idea that when I came here it would be so permanent. But once you arrive in New Zealand, it’s like an entirely different planet. It’s my love/hate relationship with this country… The fact that it exists in its own little bubble separates it from the rest of the world. World news doesn’t matter. Movies, foods, fads, are all decades behind. But, of course, if it weren’t for this isolation it wouldn’t be the spectacular, charming, awe-inspiring country that it is.

Which is why I’m torn about going home. I won’t be here forever. And as my time winds down, my visa runs low and my homesickness gets ever greater, I wonder what being American really means.

When I first moved abroad I couldn’t wait to get out of the States, but I also couldn’t stand how much negativity we got as a people and as a country. While the rest of the world doesn’t hate us as much as Americans think they hate us (read this post), there definitely isn’t a sweeping positive feel-good vibe about the Great US of A.

How is it possible that I feel so homesick and so sick about returning home? Is the States even my home anymore? What is it even like?

The longer I live away, the more I realize how easy it is to hate on America. I’ve based my entire knowledge of Americans on four things in the past two years:

  1. Foreign news reports
  2. Popular culture that makes it’s way over here (movies, bad TV shows that happen to get international syndication, and celebrities famous for nothing i.e. Kim Kardashian and Justin Bieber)
  3. American tourists
  4. Facebook status updates from people I haven’t seen since high school

These four things have made me think of Americans as:

  1. Violent
  2. Shallow materialists with an odd sense of humor
  3. Loud idiots with no sense of direction
  4. Obsessively crazed about politics and either very strongly conservative or very strongly liberal

How can I have possibly forgotten what Americans are actually like? How can I possibly have let non-Americans so fully influence my opinions of Americans? And why am I so suddenly terrified about a simple Christmas visit?

Because, if anything, Christmas is when there is nowhere else I’d rather be. I want the white lights and the snow and the New York City trees. I want the big family dinners and the eggnog and the Frank Sinatra Christmas carols. No way in hell I can do another BBQ Christmas with carols from the 1980s, Santas wearing Bermuda shorts and garish lights on palm trees.

But here I am, two years since leaving home, and completely unaware of where home actually.

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7 Things New Zealand Could Learn from the US

by Marian Schembari on June 14, 2012

It’s been almost two years since I’ve been home to the States, and while New Zealand has grown on me to the point that I can’t imagine leaving anytime soon, I also sometimes still want to crawl into a hole and cry about how no one here knows how to use apostrophes.

And on that highly positive note, the biggest things I miss about the US of A:

Brand variety. It would be really super awesomesauce to not shop at the same stores over and over. You see, New Zealand doesn’t have the population to support many different mobile phone providers/grocery stores/tshirt brands, you basically get one or two options for everything. Meaning when I walk down the street in my snazzy new coat, I inevitably run into someone wearing the exact same thing. (This is a daily occurrence, y’all.)

Customer service. I miss being able to return something to the shop if it’s broken and not get into an argument. Kiwis don’t complain, which is actually a pretty pleasant environment to be around, but it means if you buy, say, a pair of pants from Country Road and they stretch out so much during the course of the day that they’re falling off you (literally), you can’t return them because, well, you can’t. Coffee’s cold? Don’t expect the barista to make you another. Does that stereo you bought only play out of one speaker? Too bad.

Fast internet. ‘Nough said.

Not spending absurd amounts of money on things that aren’t worth absurd amounts of money. Peppers (or, capsicum) that aren’t $4 each. Generic mascara that doesn’t cost $30. Oh, and international shipping that doesn’t require taking out a loan, customs fees and a two week waiting period.

Ease of travel. I never thought the 7-hour flight from London would feel short, but now I appreciate how close the States is to the rest of the world. I would die a thousand deaths to go home for a quick visit without needing to take three weeks off work just to deal with jet lag. How amazing would it be to travel to another country that’s NOT Australia and NOT pay $2,000 for a plane ticket? (To be fair, New Zealand’s distance from civilization makes it an incredibly special country, it does start to feel oppressive and isolating after a while.)

World news. How is it that NZ’s biggest newspaper features FRONT PAGE HEADLINES about toilet taxes, dodgy chicken or a woman’s Coca Cola habit? Maybe it’s not that New Zealand is so far from the rest of the world, but that people here just doesn’t give a shit about it?

What do you think? Is this really front page news?

Correctly used apostrophes. Grammar here is going to be the death of me. I realize Americans aren’t the pinnacle of grammar success, but I’m shocked at the number of huge brands and ‘high-quality’ publications here – who should know better – that can’t capitalize or use grammar properly. Take Glassons for example, a major NZ clothing brand. Now look at how they’ve spelled cardis in one of their shop windows. I have no words.

And this isn’t the worst of it. On menus you’ll see things like sandwich’s and nacho’s for sale. And my very very brilliant coworkers are regularly asking me if they should capitalize words when they’re “important”. No one knows what I’m talking about when I ask if it’s a proper noun.

Things I don’t miss:

1. People who feel the need to complain about every little thing. The stereotypical American sense of entitlement that has begun to exhaust me every time I talk to an American here. (Ironic? Perhaps.)

2. Loud American accents. Seriously. Keep your damn voices down. The person across the room doesn’t care about your dogs love of cardis.

3. More more more. This is a post all on its own, but there’s a Kiwi way of life that’s almost entirely devoid of ambition. It’s part Tall Poppy Syndrome/part sunstroke, but Kiwis don’t feel the need to constantly be moving up in the world/making heaps more money and it’s so effing refreshing to not constantly feel you’re not good enough.

Are you an expat too? What do you miss most about home?

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