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Becoming Yourself: Finding Your Identity as an Expat

Identity: Belonging Somewhere

When I moved back to America, I was too young to truly understand the value of living there and where that endeavor would take me in life, but I knew that abandoning all of that would be a huge step back. Also, like the best success stories that float around, I believed that ''real people don't quit''. However, I've come to understand and appreciate that quitting is more about what you quit than the act of quitting itself. Identity is — or can be — a powerful drive that makes you question yourself. This can be either potentially harmful or, if approached with care, extremely enriching. On the downside, there is a strong sense of entitlement in the way you can slip into patriot mode, and that can lead to exclusionary positions regarding what it means to love your country and, ultimately, those who share your land.

In a sense, you could think that ''identity'' is a relative term. You could argue that it is the feeling of belonging somewhere.

I bring up this issue because I mean to drive home the notion that when I moved to America, I was longing to feel like I belonged somewhere. At that age, appearances were very important to me and can be to anyone who's coming of age. Everything had to make up a harmonic whole: someone foreign-looking had to be born and bred in a foreign country and have exotic, marvelous stories to tell that a local person would only manage to comprehend through his or her imagination (mostly with the help of movies and pop culture).

For a while, I felt like I had to live up to the image of the prototypical American boy, without really knowing what that meant at all. It was at that time that I started to think about who I was and where I came from in a more mystical manner, and it was around that time when the idea of moving back to America seemed like an experience I simply had to partake in, in order to recover a part of me that seemed to be missing.

(Re-)Creating a New Life

A long time has passed since those days and, as a whole, it has been a remarkable journey with lots of light and shadow — moments of great joy when I could turn into someone that the confinements of language would allow me to be, and moments of solitude and reflection. There are still some traces of that boy today here in Madrid as I now find myself creating a new life here in Spain. I guess everyone who is from out of town or has been away for a long period of time goes through something similar.

Spain — and the world as a whole — has changed a lot in the last twenty years. It has become more cosmopolitan and, probably because of that, also a more self-conscious nation,  preoccupied with what's politically correct and more concerned with what the neighbor says. It is more aware of the place it occupies in the world — which may be a good thing, after all.

Becoming Yourself

Once your plane touches down in what was once your home, it can be a rather unsettling feeling to notice that time hasn't stood still. This happens, when the natural course of things and your internal clock don't quite go hand in hand. But, it's very rewarding when you meet interesting people along the way and notice the way your body and your mind react to new situations or new people.

In general, I feel as though my level of excitement has decreased over time (I know, I'm not that old, thank you!) and I have come to approach new situations and new people in my life more serenely and more calmly. For good or for bad, I have always tried to pick up on the details of things. Now, after being away for so long, I realize that I am still very much like that. However, now I try to take things with a grain of salt.

There is something extraordinarily and inevitably narcissistic about writing about oneself, but I wanted to lay out a few thoughts to globe-trotting people like yourselves. Despite the menial and tiny place I occupy in this world, I believe the last 18 years of my life have made me more aware of the world I live in. It's interesting to express the feelings I had so many years ago. It’s a bit of an out-of-body experience.

Identity is not something that you wear, but something that you are. This can be a very convoluted — if not downright troubling — concept. So, it's not so much a question of becoming a version of yourself you would like to embrace, as it is that of embracing those episodes in your life that have compelled you to be more in touch with yourself. This is a very personal process and everyone may respond differently to it, but in the end, I think you may become a little more human, if you will.


About the author:

George Cunningham was born in NY to a Spanish housewife and a British UN economist, but he spent most of his childhood in Spain. He came to Madrid at age three and went back to NY when he was 18 to explore his roots and attend college, where he obtained a bachelor's degree in Media Studies. After 14 years experiencing NY life, he came back to Spain almost 5 years ago. He enjoys writing, movies and reading about psychology. He is also a confirmed news junkie with a keen interest in politics and entertainment. Recently, he completed a master's degree in Digital Marketing and E-commerce and he's now trying his hand at blogging and storytelling.

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