Being the only Malaysian among the Thai is sort of like adapting. But being Malaysian in a group of Canadian is another story.
Saturday was the day when I have met the largest group of Canadian gathering in one place,
From initially the connection from Jodie where her neighbor’s nephew is working in the Canadian embassy, we ended up mingling with all the diplomats who has been traveling half the globe and have tones of different cultural experiences.
Listening to their story is like one of those career talks that you can imagine what is like to be in their working field. Dangers, negotiations, bureaucracies, decisions…Especially when Chuck, a Lebanon born Canadian described his facing of the Tsunami attacks and how he walked on the beach to identify corpses and dying Canadians back to their country.
Friends who have been colleagues in different countries gathered to celebrate the fellow colleague’s birthday. A party which was not exactly how I imagine, there were more talking than dancing or loud music, and all three of us ended up thirsty and leg soured.
I have always been interested in a work where traveling is a requirement, to face the different challenges and also to solve problems which I may never handle before. Then there is a problem of identifying the term “Home” and “Settling down”. What if you have a spouse and children, how will they adapt to your work and situation? Will they have to quit their job and follow along or you will commit into a long distance relationship?
We chatted about all those problems and questions that just popped up in my head, and of course about those funny encounters when you meet the locals. But that night, neither of us are locals.
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