People’s expat careers or expat
experiences begin at different touch points in life. Some move abroad after a
second or third job when the opportunity arises, some start young and move
abroad with parents as they relocate overseas, others are simply “third
culture kids” who were born and bred in a foreign country. Wherever the
touch points are, life abroad can be a character-building experience as this
week’s guest blogger, Will Peach discovers…
Giving up on the UK even when times were good:
Hotfooting it to Vietnam
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There are certain points in life where
you may feel dissatisfied with your current surroundings and living in the
status-quo. When I graduated from University, in the summer of 2008 before the
economic collapse, I encountered one of those moments and decided to hotfoot it
out of the fair Isles of Britain and fly half-way around the world in escape.
I
guess, for me, it was a simple case of wanderlust and that curiosity to see
more of the world - and that hunger for new experience - that led to the trip
of a lifetime. Drawing me to Asia, and, more specifically, Vietnam,
I landed in September (a mere two weeks after graduating) and began my life
anew.
Little did I know, that my time in
Vietnam would prove the making of me. It was there that I truly found myself
and began to understand just who I was. It was there that I tasted the true
benefit of travel, my perspective having widened for the better.
Not having much idea about what
direction I wished to go in life at that point, I enrolled on a course studying
for the CELTA
(the prerequisite teaching English abroad certificate) at a Ho Chi Minh
City-based school called ILA. There I undertook
four weeks of intensive study, teaching for a few hours a week for the first
time in my life and cramming every other spare second into assignments and
trying to understand the formation of my own language!
Thankfully the same school took me on
right after I got my certificate. Signing a year contract I quickly settled in
the country’s expat lifestyle, hanging out in high-end coffee shops and
shopping malls on my days off (of which there were plenty). I felt like a king
living in my two-bedroom apartment in a residential block of flats in a great
area of the city, exercising at a five-star hotel resort gym in the evenings.
By Vietnamese standards I guess I was one!
For a twenty-two year old however, that
life came too fast and, let’s face it, without a great deal of work or any real
sense of having “earned it”. Pretty quickly it all began to feel “too easy” and
a certain amount of guilt began to creep in. Exacerbated every time I’d pass
through the streets and watch people working all hours of the day for so
little, I began to think more about what I was doing there and more about where
I wanted to go in life.
That’s when I made the decision to start
putting my free time to more productive ends, beginning a course of self-study
that, if you tie the ends together, leads up right to where I’m at now.
Dedicating every second to studying, I began learning how blogs
and the Internet worked and started messing around building my own and
working with others to help grow theirs.
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Off the back of all this, I managed to
score a gig at one of Vietnam’s biggest expat-lifestyle magazines and started
writing for them on a part-time basis as well as managing their online
presence. Filled with initial trepidation, and not having a great deal of
work-experience outside that of a classroom, I surprised myself by recognising
just how diligent and passionate I’d become about working on such projects. It
seemed that more doors abroad, being a big fish in a small pond, opened too!
Outside of work I also grew leaps and
bounds. In the classroom I became a leader, growing out of my shell and holding
myself with pride and confidence. My love for the country, for Asia and for
travel, also grew to an unprecedented degree. Those initial fears - of the
language, the culture, the feeling missing friends and family back home – all
those that were so strong at the time – subsided and made way for a buzzing
feeling in my stomach.
Every day I woke up feeling privileged and
excited to step outside. Every day I marveled at something new, whether it was
a sight or something learned from a conversation with a passing stranger.
Yes I was an expat, but I was also part
of the country in my own way. How many of us get to truly experience that?
Needless to say the downfall of doing
this while you’re young is that one is naïve and prone to bad decisions. Having
travelled out to the country with my girlfriend at the time, come the end of
our contract she decided to head home and gave me an ultimatum
for doing the same.
Against my better judgment – and clouded
by the youthful fear of being left alone – I followed her back and ignored and
suppressed the true feelings in my heart. It was the wrong decision to make. My
only real, and deepest regret. Coming back to London, we only lasted another
few months.
Still it doesn’t do well to always dwell
on the negatives. Right now I’m in the best shape of my life and only have this
experience to thank for it. Having finally got back on my true path in the
pursuit of language, travel and learning, I’m living in Spain, writing for a
living.
I haven’t yet been back to Asia, but I
know that it’s only a matter of time.
That risk I took way back then when
everyone told me not to, it helped me to discover a whole new world. A new
world where I became my own man. I discovered my own interests and lived every
day full of life and enchantment with that which surrounded me.
It’s thanks to this experience that for
the rest of my life I’ll be forever looking forward.
About
the author
Will
Peach is the site editor at GapDaemon.com, a gap year travel site
for young independent travelers and also heads up a blog about living in
Spain. He currently lives in Granada, Spain.




Great post! I think the earlier you start your expat career the better! My first "abroad" was The Netherlands - everything was soo different, even the children I played with spoke a different language :) I loved it all, picked up Dutch customs and the language without even suspecting I was an expat. Small wonder -I was only 7!
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