01/06/2026
Many folks ask me why it was so important for me to travel and live abroad with my kiddo. It is NOT easy, and I ponder the question from time to time (only when I want to). Walk this dog with me for a sec: The other day, I went over to the University of the Witswatersrand here in Jozi. I studied abroad here in grad school and NEVER got any swag. It was an issue that needed to be corrected.
I went to the campus and the comedy of errors began- I did not understand how to even get ON campus, the security guard at the gate made small talk by saying, when I relayed that I studied here, that must have been a LONG time ago. I told him the date, and he told me he was in middle school at that time. Sigh. Then I had multiple issues finding the "bookstore" because they don't call it that; this is an American term. Lastly, I somehow, apparently, insulted everyone working in the shop as they were very, very (very) rude. Not quite sure what I did, but it was clearly egregious. I was annoyed, embarrassed, frustrated, and totally insulted.
Then I laughed.
I wonder how many people in our America have felt exactly this way. This isn't a political post- I don't care why you are here- visiting, immigrant, being nosy. What I know is that living abroad reminds me all the time to extend myself beyond what I know. Be kind to people because they may be lost, confused, elderly (HA!), or don't know the language. This is called EMPATHY.
I want my son to have it in spades. So...that's the answer. LOL.