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Starving for Culture!

3/15/2012

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Given the subject of my website and most of my blog posts so far you’d be forgiven for thinking I’m a die-hard Brit who’d lay down my life for the Union Jack.

But I consider myself, first and foremost, a person of Caribbean descent. I was born in Guyana (which is actually in South America but considered part of the Caribbean) 

Growing up in England it was easy to submerge myself in the Caribbean culture. I could sample cuisine from a different part of the world every night of the week in London if I chose to. Strolling along any busy road in my old neighbourhood I’d be greeted with a variety of  genres blaring from car speakers...reggae, soca (West Indian up-tempo music), bhangra (Indian dance music), afrobeat or highlife (African pop music). Hair products and cosmetics for women of ethnic origin could be found easily and in abundance.

So, to say that moving here was a ‘culture shock’ is a huge understatement.

Of course, big cities like New York, Atlanta and LA are cultural melting pots but in this suburban East coast town I
find myself starving for some cultural interaction.

My search for Caribbean seasonings and food has been abandoned - the pickings are too slim.

Funny though how everyone seems to know about St Patrick’s Day.

How did this Irish holiday become so widely embraced in America, yet events like Three Kings Day in January, Brazil and Trinidad carnivals in February or even the Welsh holiday St David’s Day, (which is also in March), hardly get a mention?

It’s obviously to do with the country’s strong Irish roots but it’s interesting how those who have no clue about the
holiday or are about as Irish as Oprah can’t wait to wear their green t-shirts and hats and start celebrating.

It’s a big seller on the commercial retail calendar. Any holiday with a strong emphasis on drinking and partying is going to be popular but I just wish such enthusiasm was placed on other cultural holidays too.

I’ve now chosen to actively seek out and dive into any cultural experience I can get my hands on here.

I love that I have made friends with women also from the Caribbean. I’ve found a local Zumba class. Yay! Just being able to hear music with reggae and African rhythms and dancing like I would have every weekend on some dance-floor in London (when I was still single, childless and a few years younger!) makes me happy. I've also found a steel-pan class nearby (and nearly fainted when I did!) and I'm thinking about having a carnival-themed party for my son's next birthday.

It’s my way of staying connected to where I came from and who I was and still am. It makes me feel less estranged from my old life. My culture is what makes me unique. I don’t want to lose that and blend into the scrap-booking, college t-shirt-wearing majority!

Of course that’s a sweeping generalization and I know there are lots of people in this county who embrace diversity but my wish is that everyone makes a little effort to add to more culture into their lives. Then we could all have a big party on February 14th!  No, not for Valentine's Day, but for one of the least known holidays of all, Race Relations Day.
 
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How Green Is Your Grass?

3/5/2012

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So, it’s been a while and the way I feel right now I could scrap at least half of my post below. But I won’t. 

For me, blogging is all about recording how you feel at that moment, and that’s how I felt. But it does kinda sound a little egotistical. ‘Oh, I’m ever so glad I moved away from that simply awful place and am now raising my young ones in a more civilized community!’ Lol!

But, after just completing a flight booking to London in December, I am uber-excited about going back there, even if it was still burning! (Which it isn’t, thank goodness!) There’s nothing like having a confirmed travel itinerary in your inbox!

Gone are all my concerns about what’s been happening over there, the extortionate cost of a one-day travel card and how the hell I’m going to fit all my winter clothes into the ridiculous baggage allowance of just one suitcase instead of two.Right now, all I know is I’m going back home! When you’ve been away from somewhere for so long, it’s natural to start romanticizing about it. 

It’s the place where the ‘old me’ can once again be free. It’s the place where I can get those once taken for granted home cooked meals, eat and drink a little too much, indulge in the best-tasting chocolate ever and see the people who’ve known me for years.

Ahh London in December…the misty mornings, the bustling city center, the fish and chips!

Ok,….I’ll take off the rose-coloured  glasses now! But I really am looking forward to watching some great TV, buying interesting clothes and just being able to go where I want, whenever I want with the help of a bus, tube or train.
For a reluctant driver like me, that’s a real blessing. Can you tell I’m excited?

The saying ‘the grass is always greener…’ is so true.

What is it about human nature that makes you crave what you don’t have and then when you get it, you realize it’s not really what you wanted in the first place?

Being homesick is a natural emotion but I’ve realized it’s very counter-productive and unfair to yourself to crave
something other than the life you are living right now. (Sounds so Oprah!)

The longer I live here the more I realize my time could be better spent enjoying the rural pleasures of this suburban city. Taking my kids strawberry picking, horse-riding or to visit a farm to sample real homemade ice-cream instead of moping around for a more exciting life. How about channeling that depression into something lucrative like creating a way to provide those products or foods I miss so much to other transplants or ex-pats who may be missing them too?

It’s all about perspective. Such a simple statement but such a massive concept to get your head around. It took me two years, at least. Two years of questioning my decisions, feeling lonely and sorry for myself, rebelling against housework and mummy duties. 

Now, with a few friends to call, a daily routine and a sense of where I’m going whenever I step out of the house it’s getting easier to take a real hard look at the grass and conclude it’s pretty green where I am too.
 
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London's Burning

3/2/2012

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Last summer, the country I grew up in experienced the worst riots in its history. Young, old, black and white looted,
vandalized and burned the streets across the UK. It was a terrible thing to watch from afar and writing about it now, it’s still seems unbelievable.

The official headlines read, ‘hundreds of stores were looted, buildings were set ablaze and five people died amid the mayhem that spread over four nights across England’

And as bad as it got and as worried as I was about my family in London, the only thing that kept popping into my head was ‘I am sooo glad I don’t live there any more’.

I hate that it took this terrible set of events to finally make me realize that leaving the country where the majority of my family and friends reside and where I had a great career could have actually been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Can you imagine watching those scenes on TV and praying that the looters and criminals didn’t turn into the next street and burn down your house next? Can you imagine coming home from work and finding yourself stuck in the path of rioting looters? 

Now I’m not suddenly going to start singing the praises of this middle American town that I now find myself in, but I’ve never felt more sure about raising my sons in a town where police brutality and violence is minimal (NOT non-existent) and the streets are practically like a ghost town after 10pm at night.

It’s a simple comparison –the luxuries of city life or the peace of mind that comes with knowing your children are safe and less likely to get caught at the wrong place at the wrong time.

As much as I may miss those luxuries (oh how I miss jumping on the tube!), I’ll take the latter any time.


 
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    Tricia Clarke

    I'm a British event planner and journalist turned Soccer Mom!
    I moved to America in 2005 and blogging about the experience of going from big city life, to suburban motherhood keeps me sane!

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