This post has been marinating a while in my mind (often around 1 or 2 middle of the night: time to wake up and worry about things you can’t control. yippee!).
A variety of factors have appeared on the radar recently that I’ll attribute to a storm of culture shock brewing off the shore. An extended commute where I was stuck in a car in a land where I don’t speak the language (where is a restaurant where we can stop for a quick meal where we actually fully understand the menu without a million Google acts of translation?). My dear niece having a baby (whose cuteness level should be legit illegal). Video chatting with my best friend (oh right, your life goes on without me). The stupid fantasy that it would be easier to get healthier here (look at all those fresh, local fruits! where? well, you just have to walk past the bread and cheese aisles. what?). Texting with my godson (I shouldn’t be crying this much).
We arrived in Brazil in July (three months!), and so I expect this on some level.
But what has taken me by complete surprise is how completely insecure I am around other adults (eck! I am that adult).
It’s like my mind has been usurped by a middle schooler:
Do they like me?
I don’t fit in.
How come they didn’t invite me?
Where do I belong?
Do I look ok?
Where is the cool group and how do I get in?
Nobody likes me.
What am I doing wrong?
Of course, as I reflect, it makes sense. I am a new country, alone except for Dave, everything is unfamiliar, nothing is easy, the majority of those around me are also in some form of transition, my family and soul friends are on another continent, etc.
But, a healthy social structure takes time to find.
Time to build.
So in the meantime, I will try to accept this part of the process, this part of myself.