Sunday, October 25, 2015

Scotland vs. Arizona: Reverse Culture Shock


People have been asking me: "So how does it feel to be back in Tucson?" And the answer is, "Mainly, weird."

Some things feel very normal - for example, driving again is pretty much like it ever was, despite the kids' amazement that now I can drive.  With broad roads,  well-signed streets, and a zippy new(ish) car, driving is pretty easy, except for the unpredictable behavior of other drivers.   

But little things are odd.

I'm still walking on the wrong side of the walking path, which tends to be a problem on a campus with 50,000+ people - I'm likely to get bashed into (or run over by a bike, skateboard, or golf cart) if I'm not careful.

U of A Administrative building with cactus garden in front

When I went out to lunch, and we cleared our table afterward, it felt odd, as you would just leave your dishes on the table for someone else to clear in Scotland, even at a small cafe, so I haven't cleared my dishes at a restaurant for 2 years.

Looking at refrigerators and washing machines and cars (for example) - lots of things are just BIGGER in the U.S. These things seemed small in Scotland at first, and then we got used to the smallness so now everything seems big.

Dropping the kids off at school is different - I've traded a 30 minute walk (up two hills to A's school and down 1 1/12 hills to my work) for a 60 minute drive each morning, dropping C off, and then A, and then finally heading to work myself.  I still get a bit of a walk...but when I got my parking permit, the guys looked at me strangeley, as if "Why would you want to walk; most people want to park as close as possible to work!" And they wonder why obesity is a major problem in the U.S.

The Mexican food is certainly a lot better here, and the diversity of places to eat.  But with diversity comes mediocrity, too.  There are a LOT of "not that good" restaurants that can stay in business (all they have to do is fool some of the people, some of the time), so you have to be wary. And the prices seem to have risen exponentially in the five years we've been gone. We haven't even tried the sushi place yet, concerned about sticker shock.

There is a lot of choice...Dundee has fewer choices, in places to shop, places to eat - we relied a lot more on Amazon.co.uk to get us things that we wanted but couldn't find conveniently in town.  But in Tucson, choice abounds. Restaurants, stores, multiple malls. But then you have Target - which I missed when we first arrived in Dundee, but now seems like a black hole for money - you walk in, and $65 is vacuumed out of your pocket.  Even if you're only stopping by "to get one little thing."  In the UK, pharmacies sell medicines and a few related items (diapers, sanitary supplies). In Tucson, medicines are only one of approximately a million items sold by Walgreens or CVS. 

As I was when I first arrived in Tucson from the East Coast, I am surprised and how sunny it is, and how big the sky is.  Scotland has beautiful scenery on a sunny day, but the sun, and open space are different here in Arizona.

It's different driving around, too...I keep wanting to pull the car over and snap pictures of the "different from Dundee" things - like storefronts advertising homemade tamales, and tortillas. Like the surprisingly large number [now THIS is something that has changed in 5 years] of places where you can be certified as a user of medical marijuana...just right there as you drive past...don't know if they're all dispenaries, or a combination of sellers and "doctors" [I put this in quotes not because I doubt effects, but because this doesn't seem like the kind of service a doctor might specialize in, or advertise widely, but maybe it's just me] popping up to serve a market that has probably always been there in Tucson, but just not so..in your face.

I'm switching back to American words and spellings, even though I had switched over in Scotland - it's a bin, not a trash can; trousers, not pants; I'd even started saying "If you fancy X" - all that has to go. Ditto spelling - writing papers for British journals, having my email correct me when I slipped up - "behaviour", especially was one I used a lot and now have to not spell "wrong" for the American audience. 

But maybe I should try to keep the British spelling and speech patterns - I fogot how "cool" it is to be British in the U.S. It gives you a certain authority that you lack if you're just a regular American.  Some of my new co-workers were telling me I had an accent - I tried to explain that I've always kind of had a British-esqe accent, but it's just magnified by virtue of having spent two years where all my co-workers sounded like that...but maybe I should just cultivate it, and pretend I'm really a Brit. Trouble is, if I really try to do a Scottish accent, I end up sounding like the leprechaun from Lucky Charms. So scratch that. I'll just have to be an American for whom, right now, Scotland seems normal and Arizona seems weird.  Until it doesn't anymore.    

Friday, October 16, 2015

The Long Goodbye to Scotland


The problem with having a set date for leaving a place is that "When are you leaving?" becomes a topic of conversation far earlier than you might like it to.  While we knew my contract ended on October 2015, as early as this past April, people we knew in Dundee started conversations by talking about our departure.  They didn't mean to be rude - it was just something to talk about.  And most of it sounded a bit like this:

"So, what are you going to do when your contract ends?"
"Probably go back to the States."
"Don't you want to stay?"
"It's complicated and expensive to stay."
"Oh. But don't you want to stay?"
(Orzechs change subject)

About June, we decided we were definitely going back, but we didn't know exactly to where. So the conversations started to sound like:

"So what are you going to do when you go back?"
""We're going, but we don't know what we're going to do yet. We'll find jobs."
"Why don't you stay?"
(Orzechs change subject)

Finally, after all our lovely summer visitors left in mid-August, we packed all our things and sent them back to Tucson.  By the end of August, Paul had rekindled his relationship with his old boss and workplace and had been offered a job at the foundry, and I had a promising interview as a nutrition program evaluator (which I ultimately got). By September, the conversations started to sound like this:

"Congratulations on your jobs!"
"Thanks."
"So what's next?"
"Well, two cars and a place to live, schools for the girls..all to be accomplished in a couple of weeks"
"Wow. We'll miss you."
"We'll miss you too"
(Orzechs change subject)

Finally, it was the end of September, and it was really time to say goodbye. We packed and repacked our suitcases, and got rid of a lot of things, which is trickier in the UK than the US - the charity shops are small, and they just can't take all your stuff at once.  So we were giving things away to everyone we knew, and slowly carrying things up the hill to the charity shop for the last couple of weeks.  On the last few days, we were hauling things up the hill to the dumpsters near the apartment complexes, because our own bins were full.

We had dinners with friends, and a beautiful afternoon with the Loves, our family-in-Scotland - they were among the first people we met when we moved, and we maintained and built our friendship across two years. I had recruited Sarah Love into Loadsaweeminsingin, and without my knowledge, on my last night of singing, she organized the ladies to sing the Proclaimers song "Letter from America" - the chorus goes "When you go, will you send me a letter from America?" I was almost in tears to have to leave all these lovely singing ladies.  Paul had a last few surfing trips to St. Andrews with his friend Mike, and had a final goodbye trip our to our local pubs - Drouthys and Speedwell - with some of his yoga friends. Audrey went to Brownies on the Thursday night, and all of the sudden, there it was - our two years in Dundee over.  Well, not until after we sat in a lot of traffic going to Glasgow with my wonderful boss Wendy, who helped us bring all our stuff into the hotel and then turned around to head back to Dundee. But then, poof.

The trip back to the States was long - we should have taken the more direct flight rather than go via Iceland - it looks very cool, but we hadn't scheduled a stop.  The three days with my parents in DC felt like vacation - if our last week and all the shared meals in Dundee felt like a cross between Thanksgiving (seeing all the people you love) and a funeral (mourning the loss of people you may never see again), the time in Virginia just felt like Thankgiving. With family. With more family, and with the people we adopted as our family a long time ago (25 years, I guess we are family by now, Townsleys). And then we really moved to the United States - we got in the plane and flew to Tucson, and began adjusting back to life in another country where the driving distances are vast, the refrigerators and washers are huge, and even when it's (occasionally) cloudy and gray, the breezes are still warm.

Stay Tuned.  

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Guest Blog: All About the UK, by A (7 years old)


As most of you know, we've been moving continents recently,  so I've been a bit busy and been neglecting the blog.  However, our seven-year old, as she patiently (and sometimes impatiently) waits for school to start after Fall Break here in Arizona, has been working hard to have something to show her new classmates to tell them about where she's just come from.  She drew some lovely drawings to go along with some of these statements - I've added some pictures I had in my computer instead.  

Hope you enjoy this guest blog: All about the UK, from the 7-year-old's perspective.
 
Midges are small insects that bite and leave itchy bumps.

A lot of islands are off the coast. Some of the names are: Staffa and Skye.
Island of Staffa, off the West coast of Scotland

 In the Highlands sheep block the roads.

Some men grow big beards.

Temperature is measured in Celsius; 0 degrees Celsius would be 32 degrees Fahrenheit.

It rains most every day.

My old school was called St. Joseph’s.



I lived in the city of Dundee by the river Tay.
Tay Rail bridge over the River Tay
 Edinburgh and London have castles and palaces.

 
The family in front of Edinburgh Castle


You can walk everywhere.

Lots of people go camping.

There are lots of rivers in Scotland.

There are lots of farms in Scotland.

There is a type of cow in Scotland called a Highland cow they have big horns.
Highland Cow at Blair Atholl, near campground

 There are a lot of green plants and grass in Scotland.

That is a little bit of information about Scotland and the UK.

Scotland and Dundee are a part of the UK.