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December 03, 2013

How to: survive your new life as an expat

There's no doubt that the process of moving long-distance from home - saying goodbye to your friends, packing up your home, schlepping all your stuff - can be one of the most difficult times of your life.  The part that's most often forgotten, though, are those first few weeks and months after you've made your big move.  Your initial excitement has worn off, but you're still in an adjustment phase.  This is - in my opinion, anyway - the hardest part by far of making a big move.

I was talking recently to someone who's just moved to New York from another country, which got me thinking about my own move, and the lessons I learned from it.  In the hope of giving a little comfort to someone like Amy from 2008, here are a few tips on settling in to your new life as an expat.








HOW TO:  BE A NEW EXPAT.
 

1.  BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

When I first moved to the States, I was in almost complete denial of the scale of the change I was making in my life.  It's only America, I told myself.  My mother is American, and I had been to this country - if not New York City itself - a number of times growing up.  It isn't as if I have to learn a new language or a whole new set of cultural norms.  I won't need to work on adjusting!  Looking back now, I can say with absolute confidence that this attitude was the biggest mistake I made in those early days, and caused me a lot of heartache later on.  Because I never acknowledged the gravity of the change I was making, I wasn't able to recognise that after the initial excitement wore off, the homesickness which set in was totally normal.  At the time, I thought there was something wrong with me that I wasn't able to be totally happy about being in this amazing place, and I was miserable.  Trust me - you have just left every familiar comfort you've ever known and made the biggest change of your life.  Give yourself some credit for the chutzpah that took.  When pangs for home set in, trust your judgement.  


2.  FIND YOUR SUPPORT NETWORK

I'm sure you could do this on your own, but why should you?  It will be a lot easier if you find some fellow expats (or, if you're in NYC, west coasters will do in a pinch) to comiserate with.  A few weeks in to my first year, I became absolutely convinced that I'd made a terrible mistake.  I had the phone number of a fellow Aussie at my university; a junior I'd never even met.  I called him out of the blue, certain that he would think I was a psychopath, and asked him how on earth he did it.  Not only did he not think I was a psychopath, but he came over to my dorm and sat on my stoop with me while I freaked out.  He told me that his first semester was so tough that he considered not coming back after his first winter break.  Then he took me to a party and introduced me to a dozen new people.  That night - and his simple kindness - was a turning point in my happiness here.  If you're in a big city, chances are there's a network for people from your home already in existence.  (There are so many groups for Australians in New York!)  If you're in a more rural area, this might be more difficult, but there are definitely still support systems out there.  Find someone who's made a big change and get their advice on how they coped with the adjustment.  If you're at a college, join an international students' group.  If one doesn't exist, create it.  Find the people who've been through what you're going through, and don't be afraid to lean on them when you're struggling.  Just be sure to pay it forward to another new kid when you're happily settled!


3.  GET OUT AND EXPLORE!

The best way to feel at home in your new home is to get to know it as best you can, quickly. Get out of your house and get out in it!  If you're in a mass-transit friendly city like NYC, get yourself a metro card and get out of your neighbourhood.  Pick a new part of town each weekend and spend a day or an afternoon wandering its streets.  I taught myself how to get around on the subways by picking a station I'd never been to and walking its surrounding neighbourhoods for an hour or two.  Then, once I was ready to head back, I had to get home by finding a station and a subway line different to the one I'd arrived on.  If you're not in as walkable a city, pick a neighbourhood or street you've never been to, drive there, and get out of your car to explore for a little while.  On the way home, try to take different roads than you took to get there.  Now that you probably have a smartphone in your pocket, you'll also spend a lot less time wandering lost than my 2008 flip phone and I did.


4.  EMBRACE DIFFERENCES (EVEN WHEN YOU WANT THE FAMILIAR)

Sometimes the differences between your old home and your new one are going to be so stark that you'll feel like you've moved to an entirely new planet.  The reality is that, from place to place, the differences in conventional ways of speaking, thinking, and behaving can differ hugely.  These differences can be some of the hardest things to adjust to, but try not to resist them too much - you'll achieve nothing but exhausting yourself and possibly offending others.  When you're feeling overwhelmed or threatened by these differences, remember that you made this change in your life because you wanted just that:  change.  There's very little point in moving to a new country if all you really want is to be surrounded by people who think and act just the same as you.  What you might perceive as rudeness could be the absolute norm.  Rather than rejecting it, explain to your friends how it's different at home, and then do your best to find a middle ground.


5.  STAY IN TOUCH - BUT NOT TOO MUCH!

The internet has completely changed what it means to live far from home.  When my mum moved to Australia, the only thing she could do besides write her own mum a letter was call her at $2/minute.  Thankfully, those days are long over.  With just an iPhone you can send free texts over iMessage, make free calls using Skype or Viber, see your friends faces' daily with Snapchat, and so much more.  If you find yourself homesick in your new situation, the ability to pick up the phone and call your best friend or parents can be a huge comfort.  Be careful, though.  While it's amazing and wonderful to be able to keep in touch with home, try to keep it in moderation.  Spending all of your time on the phone or haunting your friends' facebooks keeps you from being fully happy in the here and now - your new home.  An over-consumption of social media, in particular, is a recipe for trouble.  Do you really want to see those photos of all of your friends having a great time at your favourite beach while you freeze your butt off in an underheated apartment?  (Trust me, you don't.  You'll wind up listening to this song on repeat and tearing up like an idiot every time you get cold.)  Close your laptop, put away your phone, and go make a new friend -- in the flesh!

If you've recently made - or are looking to make - a big move, hopefully some of these tips will help you through your transition.  When all else fails, just do your best to stay calm, and trust yourself.  Even if your initial adjustment seems bleak, remember that this is an adventure, and you went into it for a good reason.  Good luck!

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November 19, 2013

Hidden treasures, in plain sight: The City Hall subway stop

If you've spent any time in NYC, you know the subway stations aren't its best ambassador to visitors. Sure, some of them are quite alright, but generally they're pretty stuffy, raggedy-looking places.  The 7th Avenue station in Manhattan in particular is usually nice and stinky.

Not exactly built to awe and inspire.

There is one station, though, which was designed to do just that -- awe and inspire, wake up all of your urban beauty sensors, and showcase how much of which the city was capable. It just hasn't seen a passenger in 70 years.


The City Hall station was once a part of the Lexington Avenue line, and was built to be the jewel in the crown of the subway system.  The first subway was launched from this station in 1904, with Mayor George McClellan at its controls.


The station is all arches, brass fixtures, and chandeliers.  It's peppered with skylights to let in the sun (which, fun facts, were covered over with tar during the Second World War for blackouts).  On the walls, there are plaques commemorating the achievement of the building of the subway system itself. 


Despite its grandeur, it served relatively few passengers, since it was very close on the same line to the much busier Brooklyn Bridge station.  In the 1940s, an increase in subway users led the city to longer trains, and as a result, longer platforms.  The curve of the City Hall station made for a dangerous gap between the car and platform with these longer trains.  Given the renovations and money which would have been required to bring the station into line with the newer trains, and its relative lack of use, the city decided simply to close the station.  It saw its last departing train on New Year's Eve, 1945.


For a long time, the station lay completely abandoned.  After the New York Transit Museum was established in 1976, it ran occasional tours of the station.  There have been rumors and rumblings periodically of the station being restored and turned into a museum, most recently and seriously in 1995, when the Transit Museum applied for funding to set it up as a museum annex.  None of these plans have ever come to fruition, due most recently to a 1998 decision by Mayor Rudy Giuliani - fearful of its proximity to City Hall and its vulnerability to potential terrorist attacks - to declare it part of a "highly secure area" around City Hall.  Tours resumed in 2006, but are only available to members of the Transit Museum.


But never fear!  You can still see the station today!  The current 6 train still uses the City Hall station as its turning loop.  For years, MTA staff required all passengers to get off the downtown train at Brooklyn Bridge, which is the last stop on its line.  Today you are allowed to remain on the train while it goes around its loop through City Hall and around to the uptown platform at Brooklyn Bridge.

Which means, if you find yourself heading downtown on the 6, don't get off at the last station!  Stay on for an extra few minutes and treat yourself to a peek of this abandoned New York treasure.

In the meantime, you can treat yourself to this photo of the station in its heyday, right after its construction in 1904. 


What's your favourite public hidden gem?

A quick note:  All of the photos, with the exception of the last one, were taken from James Maher.  He takes really lovely photos of the city.  A number of his photos are available to buy as prints, so if you liked what you saw in this post, maybe head over to his site and see whether he has a frameable of your favourite landmark.  (By the way, this isn't an ad -- I'm completely unaffiliated with him, I just like people who take pretty pictures of this city.)  The last photo came from The Atlantic.

November 15, 2013

Read this: Tony Judt on NYC & "world cities"

Today I'm just going to leave you with a little Tony Judt, because he can express how I'm feeling a lot better than I can.  If you aren't familiar, he was a wonderful historian and essayist.  He was born in London, moved to New York in 1982 to teach at NYU.  He was diagnosed with ALS, or Lou Gherig's disease, in 2008 and died in August of 2010, at only 62 years old.

If you want to learn about postwar Europe - and come to understand your world much better for it - read his Postwar.  In fact, if you only ever read one history book, make it Tony Judt's Postwar.

This essay is taken from his autobiographical work The Memory Chalet, and was printed in the New York Times on November 8th, 2010.  Read it here.



"Chance made me an American, but I chose to be a New Yorker. I probably always was."
- Tony Judt (1948 - 2010)

October 08, 2013

Happy Autumn!

Since yesterday's post was so text-heavy, and since I'm still supposed to be writing this blasted paper, I'm just going to leave you with a pretty little visual stimulus today.  Although they're not at their full effect yet, the leaves are definitely changing around here.  Here is a nice shot of orange that I got on the way to work today:


Happy Autumn!  I'm off to heat some cider and light some cinnamon-scented candles while I write my little fingers off.



August 22, 2013

Catch-up & Drinks to Die For

Sorry for the radio silence this week, I took an impromtu escape trip to Maryland for a few days.  It was exactly what I needed!  Even though I love NYC, anyone who lives here will tell you that it's always nice to get out for a little while - particularly in August.  I spent the week making big dinners and margaritas, playing cards against humanity with friends, and catching an Orioles game!

Full disclosure: this was taken after we moved into the better seats towards the end of the game

Now that we're back in action, here's something interesting going on in the city today:

Drinks to Die For

Cue the organ music.  Image via

The Brooklyn Historical Society has been hosting this somewhat macabre happy hour in Greenwood Cemetery all summer, and tonight is the last night!  From 6 to 8pm, you can grab a $5 beer from Brooklyn Brewery and enjoy some live music in Brooklyn's massive cemetery park.

Unfortunately I can't make it out there tonight, but if you do, please leave your thoughts on what it's like to drink and dance with hundreds of years of New York's deceased.

August 16, 2013

All the Buildings in New York

Something fun for NYC & art lovers:

I've been following Australian artist James Gulliver Hancock's project "All the Buildings in New York" for awhile now.  The name sums it up pretty perfectly:  Hancock is working on drawing every building in NYC.  It's a lot of fun to look through the archive and see how he's drawn some of the buildings I know.  It's also kind of thrilling to see the every day buildings in your life - the ones you pass every day, the one you work in, the place where you get your coffee - singled out and featured in such a cool way.  Here are some of my favourite places, as he draws them:

The Cathedral of St. John the Divine, 1047 Amsterdam

August 15, 2013

Blackout

Ten years ago this week, the lights went out throughout much of the Northeast in a massive blackout.  At 4:10pm on August 14th, 2003, a power line which was already sagging from the summer heat came into contact with a falling tree branch and short-circuited.  From a combination of technical struggles and human balls-ups in reaction to that one short-circuit, more than 10 million people in Canada and 45 million people in the U.S. lost power.  For some, power was restored by 11pm that day, but for others it would take days.

NY Daily News, the day after the blackout.  Image via

August 13, 2013

Story time: expat edition


I moved to New York from Australia in 2008, confident to the point of cockiness in my ability to slot right into a fabulous life here. After all, I am half-American: my Mum was raised in New Jersey and was living nearby in midtown 30 years ago, when she met my Dad and moved to Sydney. I'd been coming here on vacation to see her family even before the limits of my memory. Everyone in a city as big as New York certainly speaks English, enjoys the same globalised Western culture as I do, and has probably met countless Australian travellers in the past.  Fool.


Barnard has an impressive looking entrance to a campus that only takes up a few city blocks


August 06, 2013

Who's buried in Grant's tomb?

Another of my early OMGWTFISTHIS moments in New York was early in my freshman year at Barnard, when I was out on a walk and came across Grant's Tomb.

Being a fresh-off-the-boat Australian, I had absolutely no idea what I was looking at.  I was just surprised to see this big, grand-looking structure which wasn't a part of the university at all.  I went in, had a quick chat to the friendly lady at the desk, and took a look around.  I had the place to myself, so I was totally free to take my time catching up on a couple hundred years of history in my new country.  

[photo via the Library of Congress]

This photograph was taken at its dedication, in 1897.  It's a remarkable monument to one man, even a very important man.  Even more remarkable to me is the way that the city has grown up around it.  All of those wide open spaces in the background are now occupied by apartment buildings, as well as the campuses and dorms of Columbia, Barnard, the Union Theological Seminary, and the Manhattan School of Music.  


Grant's Tomb, rocking my Instagram since I got Instagram.  Photo taken last fall.

This space is one of my favourite places in the city.  It's magnificent, and yet hardly anything goes on here.  The most attention you're likely to see this place receive on any given day is from local arts students taking advantage of the setting, or the occasional double-decker tour bus driving by.  There aren't many better places to sit with a coffee and your dog while you ponder your life.  


The lack of a busy stream of tourists is one of the great and strange things about Grant's Tomb.  The result is that once you step through its great big doors, you're no longer in New York City.  You feel like this place could be anywhere in the country - except for where you actually are.

What's the most interesting monument you've seen?




August 05, 2013

Hidden treasures, in plain sight

Have you ever turned a corner and been taken aback by something which seems completely out of place?  It could be a building, a monument, or anything at all that makes you stop and say, "woah!  What is that?"

It's one of my favourite feelings.  You feel like you must be the only person who sees that this thing is there.  You have to be-- why isn't anyone else freaking out?!  You immediately start to wonder what its purpose is, or was, who created it, and the stories it would tell you, if only it could.

Of course, you're not the only person who knows it's there.  Everyone else is perfectly aware of its existence and would really prefer that you stop gaping in the middle of the sidewalk and get out of their way.  But try telling me that in this moment.

One of the first times I had this experience in NYC was outside the old police headquarters building.  I had only been here a little while, and was out wandering the streets of Soho, when suddenly I turned onto a new block and bam:


One minute you're on a normal street and the next this is towering ahead of you.  I challenge you not to immediately feel excited and inspired when this happens.  So, as an homage of one of the first moments in my love story with urban history, here's a little bit about the old police headquarters building:

(more photos after the jump!)

Times Square

Here's a pretty flashback for your Monday morning:


Times Square, 1955.  

If you've been to NYC, you know that this is a far more peaceful scene than you'll find in Times Square on any given day.  

Between the gorgeous old buildings, the brightly coloured cars, and the lack of giant screens, I think I'd love to visit this Times Square!

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