The ultimate voluntary destruction of my comfort zone would be for me to move permanently to another country. Not knowing the language or the local customs and not having any friends or family to rely on, I’d be a stranger in a strange land.
Today I’m the same old me drifting around my neighborhood, knowing where everything is, where I need to be, and who I need to see. My mental map is familiar in every aspect, anchored in routine and decorated with familiar faces and recollections. Wherever I go, I communicate my thoughts, needs, and desires effortlessly.
Tomorrow I arrive on foreign ground. I have only the sketchiest mental map. I understand almost nothing I hear, and I’m not sure who speaks my language. The money is different. The traffic seems chaotic. I don’t know how to find anything. Nothing is familiar.
Yesterday I was known. I had a circle of acquaintances and a history. Today I’m “the foreigner.” Nobody knows my name.
This is what you call a fresh start.
Of course, I exaggerate. I doubt many expatriates relocate without significant preparation. Most are not total strangers on the day they arrive for good. Still, leaving your home country to live in a foreign land has to be a major transformation and a journey of self-discovery.
Every day becomes an adventure of newness – new words, new places, new people. Almost everything is new in some aspect, at least for a while. Unlike a vacation visit, you’re here to stay. Your mission is to make this new place YOUR place. You need to fit in and become part of things.
You couldn’t ask for a better reinvention opportunity. So, who would you be when you finally fit in? Which parts of your private story would we choose to emphasize as you defined and revealed the identity of “the foreigner?” Would you consciously create someone new or just see who emerged as you adjusted to the rhythms of your new existence?
The expatriate experience has to be a vivid and exciting way to reinvent yourself. Of course, it’s not for everyone. A total “life transplant” is pretty daring. To be honest, I’m not sure I’d do it. But I’m thinking about it. How about you?