I was cruising through all my "buddy blogs" the other day and had a thought. It seems to me that quite a lot of us are what I think of as the Duck Out Of Water type, in that we are, one way or another, out of our element. Most are living in a different place than they're used to, surrounded by people, landscape and customs that are new. Canadians in Georgia, Brits in France, Wives In The North, Californians in Kansas...ducks. out. of. water.
Then I started thinking of what an enduring motif this is across the board. Countless movies, books and plays have dealt with the befuddled (or even fuddled) transplant, sometimes sympathetically, but mostly as a source of a good laugh. City folk in the country. Rich people living poor. CEO's working in a hash house. Eddie Murphy trading pork bellies. There are too many examples out there to even contemplate. It's inherently comedic, especially when political correctness gets thrown out the window and the humor gloves really go on.
So do we blog to beat them to the punch? If we can admit to our little foibles and even have a chuckle over them, isn't that better than someone else laughing at us first? Sure, eventually we all start to feel that the new place is home, but isn't there always a part of us that will never lose the allegiance to the place we came from? That part of us that will always feel a little like an expat duck out of water? Or in my case, a palm tree on the prairie?
Just a thought.