Scenes from an ex-expat

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After having lived in Princeton, New Jersey for ten years, I recently returned to my native country. Goodbye Amerika, hello Netherlands. I figured, rather naively, that I would put on my country as a well-worn jacket. After all, I speak the language, I know the lay of the land, and I have friends and family around. The truth is, I find the re-adjustment not easy at all. The country seems to have changed. Familiar things have shifted around as glass pieces in a kaleidoscope. My eyes need to adjust constantly. But then, it could be me. Maybe I have been Americanized more than I thought. In this blog series, I share some experiences of things I encounter in my daily life as a recent ex-expat.

“Tell me where it hurts”

By Pia de Jong

I must have picked it up just before leaving the US. Maybe that last day when I drove away from my home and, somewhat teary-eyed, waved at my friends standing in the driveway. But there it was when I set foot in Schiphol airport. Hello cough, hello headache, hello lousiness. I went straight to my …...

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How Are You?

By Pia de Jong

It took me a while to get used to the song and dance of greeting in the USA, that ritual seemingly as superficial as a thin layer of oil on deep water. It often takes the form of a countrywide, four-sentence conversation with carefully scripted words, starting with a standard question, followed by an answer …...

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The Naked Truth

By Pia de Jong

Being naked in public, Americans are taught at an early age, is a big no-no, even, or maybe especially, at the beach. I was once reprimanded for letting my baby daughter and toddler sons play in their birthday suits on a remote strip at a deserted beach. But lo and behold, a man wearing a …...

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Paradise Lost

By Pia de Jong

America always held some magic for me. Even as a child, I knew things happened in that vast country on the other side of the ocean. Interesting things somehow reached my small village in the south of the Netherlands: a LIFE magazine picture of a dashing young John F. Kennedy; a movie poster of Rosemary’s …...

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Goodbye to All That

By Pia de Jong

My family and I lived in the United States of America for ten years. I vividly remember the hot summer day we arrived. The taxi driver, an elegant man in his sixties picked us up at Newark Airport. Isn’t it strange the things we notice in the first moment of being somewhere new? The air-conditioning …...

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