After avoiding writing this blog post for some time, I return to my keyboard today for Round 2, with the goal of sharing something that expresses “what the last 6 years in London has meant to me”. From previous experience, personal growth over the last couple of years, and a general desire to want to remember how I felt during certain periods of my life, I know it’s important to take time out after a significant life event or the closing of a chapter to process. So why do I avoid it so much? My hypothesis is this: reflecting on the past forces humans to think about the good, the bad, and the ugly – all at once; there are obvious risks involved in doing this. For example, if we relive the memory of the “good” the past brought us, the blissful moments spent in pure happiness and joy could prove difficult to relive, resulting in inevitable nostalgia and foreshadowing a bleak future. If we relive the memory of the “bad”, we may inadvertently go back to the dark place that we were once in (and finally mustered the courage to slowly creep out of). Or perhaps, reminiscing on the “ugly” would lead us to a path of resentment, where hatred and anger resurface, causing further pain and blocking progression towards the future. How do we avoid all of this? Don’t reflect, duh. Sure that’s the easy thing to do, but we all know perhaps not the most fruitful.
So, as I prepared for my fourth international move a couple of weeks back, you would think I had hacked a way to “make it work” – cracked the code, solved the mystery, found the secret passage out, become more efficient (I am a Consultant, after all) in finding a way to remember & reflect without inflicting any of the side effects on me in the process. With that secret sauce to success, some sort of concoction or formula that was tried and tested, I could make the upcoming transition, at least mentally, from London to Shanghai seamless – because surely the fourth time you go through the same type of big life event, you know what the process will be like…right? I kept wracking my brain to think of the “international move checklist” I could (or should) have started to prepare from previous times that I had moved:
- Meet up with friends?
- Give away books and clothes?
- Finish off the restaurant bucket list?
- Relive the good, bad and the ugly (and remember it for the reflection later on)?
- Etc. etc. etc…
But it didn’t seem to work. Why on earth could I not remember the Rules of Cross-Continental Shifting? Well, dear friend, I think it’s because moving across time zones is a bit like dating – every person (or city) you encounter comes with its own experience – you either have chemistry (or you don’t), maybe you work well for a bit and then drift apart, perhaps you start off in an intense way and then realize you’re stifling each other as individuals and it’s time to let go. And though each of these relationships can teach you important life lessons – about yourself, the other and the world around you both – none of those lessons can protect you from what the future holds in the next relationship; it just isn’t completely transferrable in process or preparation for the next one.
Similarly, the experiences I’ve had in each of the cities I’ve lived over the past 28 years has required its own headspace and mindset as well as time and place in my life. Despite this, I’ve held a significant memory of each city I’ve shared some time with – much like we do in relationships – leading me to my conclusion: I choose to date cities over people. So, in breaking up with London and starting a new relationship with Shanghai, what are my reflections?
Ah, well when you put it that way, that is a much easier question to answer. In finding my muse, I can reflect more easily on what London has meant to me, in the context of my other city relationships. And so, in true Lara Jean fashion, I choose to share my thoughts by writing letters: “To All the Cities I’ve Loved Before”. For me to fully understand what London has meant over the last 6 years, we must go all the way back to Washington, D.C. And why, you ask? Well, you see, D.C. was my first…
To: Washington, D.C., USA – My First, True Love
Dear D.C.,
I wanted to survive in your world. You may not have known it, but you were where I first realized I was a city girl. You taught me so much over our time together – from finally appreciating that there are other forms of commuting than driving, to learning the art of walking for fun rather than exercise. You showed me that healthy food didn’t have to taste bad and even gave me the foresight into how friendships could be global in nature but still stay strong years later.
We had four, blissful years together – which came with its ups and downs, of course – but I felt we parted ways with each one being grateful and humbled by the experience of meeting one another. You helped me grow into a confident, young woman and were the first to not only tell me that I had a bright future but also start to show me what I could do with all the fire and potential I had built up inside. When I met you, I was homeless, confused, and didn’t know if I could fend for myself. Despite all of this, you took me in and showed me that I could embrace my previously labeled flaws by reinventing them into Survivor Scars. Over time, these scars represented both my ability to survive, as well as thrive, both in our relationship and in the outside world. Both were initially completely new, foreign, and out of my comfort zone, to say the least – but you made them feel like a place I could rest safely at night.
When things got tough between us, I found myself resenting you for not fulfilling the needs and expectations I started to create for our relationship. Even if I didn’t explicitly say it at the time, it was important to me that we took some time away to regroup and see what life was like without each other, and I’m grateful for the six months we took apart, so I could see what else was out there for me. In the end, it meant I could come back to you and appreciate what we had together and what else I could give to us. Looking back, I think our time together was special for several reasons: I was young, naïve, and ready to learn and grow; you were older, confident and had been in several relationships. But all this meant you knew what I needed and how to take care of me whilst giving me my independence to explore who I wanted to be in the world. And through this, we kept an open mind and saw each other for what we truly were becoming at the time.
Most importantly, though, we knew our relationship was ephemeral, and though the end of University marked the end of our time together, you will always have a special place in my heart. And if you ever wonder, “Why me?” well the answer was always so simple: Because you saw me when I was invisible. * Thanks for being my first, true love, D.C. – you opened my eyes to the joy that love could bring, and I am forever grateful.
Yours truly,
Noreen
*Quote from Anne Hathaway in The Princess Diaries
To: Madrid, Spain – My Summer Love
Querida Madrid,
I wanted to be immersed in your world. I will never forget the first time we met – I was lost in an alley, only to be suddenly greeted by a vociferous gentleman, whom I later found out was my host dad. Being in your presence on our first walking date together, I found myself in awe of all that you could offer, but at the same time, I was dismissive – I was still heartbroken and angry with D.C. and couldn’t see beyond that. Over time, our chemistry spurred a need for me to know more about you, and it was obvious we were both happy with each other in the moment; nothing else mattered. You were my American-girl-goes-to-Europe-and-falls-in-love rom com story that everyone wanted – and I got to have whilst abroad for the first time.
Though I was initially turned off by how different we were to one another and had never anticipated us to be friends, let alone lovers, I later realized that you helped me discover a part of my personal identity that I didn’t fully appreciate before – my religion. And though your faith continues to be different from my own, you gave me the chance to explore this with you, not once but twice, when we were together.
In you, I realized the love I still had within me to give to D.C., and though it was time for me to go back to see that through 6 months later, a little part of me always wondered: what would happen if we truly pursued something together in the long-term? In all honesty, it’s why I kept seeing you every time I was nearby, to see if I strongly felt one way or another, to see if there was ever the urge to commit wholeheartedly to making “us” work. But when we last met in November 2018, things with London were getting a bit better, and it was then that I knew – our differences, albeit blissfully ignored by both of us when together, were still there and would never fully be reconcilable, neither by each other nor by the outside world. Just because we loved each other didn’t mean we were compatible. And that’s when I let go of the idea of “us” being anything more than a distant memory – because I know what the rom coms say: you can’t lose something you never had to begin with…*
Con todo mi corazon,
Nora
*Quote from Kate Hudson in How to Lose a Guy In 10 Days
To: Amaan, Jordan – My Almost Lover
Ya Habibi Al Urdun,
I wanted to admire the beauty of your world. Oh, where do I even begin? Fairuz always had the perfect words to describe your beauty, your elegance, your hospitality – you always had it all, and everyone always knew. Though I could never attempt to praise you the way Fairuz does, one of the things I continue to love the most about you is your passion and zest for life and all its wonders.
Our time together was brief, yet cherished, and we always knew this was going to be the case. I am most happy in knowing, though, that we made the most of it from the day I arrived in your arms. In you, I learned that it’s okay to spend time reliving my youth, enjoying life’s daily pleasures, and living in the moment as each one passes by. You taught me that finding myself is part of the process of self-discovery, rather than the fall of it, and that just because all good things must come to an end, doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy them whilst they are still happening.
We shared so many special memories – late night drives to Shawarma Asa3g, Eid festivities in your backyard, meeting people that became friends and friends that became family, and starting the weekend on Thursday’s, as per the Arabic saying. I would have never seen the light and hope that the Middle East offers if it was not for your openness and honesty. In four, short weeks, you convinced me of a lifetime of love that we could have together. And Insha’Allah, one day, we will reunite again to finish our love story. It may not be fully written, but it will never be lost for me, because I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.
Ya’atek al afiya ya habibi,
Nura3yn
*Quote from Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail
To: London, UK – My Love-Hate Lover
Dearest London,
I wanted to prove I could stick it out in your world. Writing to you is always the hardest, because even though I grew the most in our relationship, you also caused me the most pain. I remember when I visited you for the first time on a weekend trip, I remember thinking, “Great city. Would never want to live in it.”. Maybe it was that sentiment that stuck with me as I begrudgingly came to you 2.5 years after that encounter, in the pursuit of something completely different than what you had to offer. In some ways, being with you during my mid-20’s was both a blessing and a curse, because it gave me the chance to go through every emotion I could with you: excitement at what was going to come, anger at what our relationship had become, loneliness when you made sure the first thing people saw in me was my American accent rather than what my voice could bring to the table, and hope that I could turn it all around before I finally left you for good. When I had had enough, you retaliated with the bitter cold, gloom & doom (sometimes in one go). At one point, the abuse became too much to handle: physical I endured, emotional I conceded, mental I despaired, and psychological – I just couldn’t bear.
After D.C. showed me how to use love to survive, Madrid reminded me I always had the choice to be loved, and Amman loved me unconditionally and with open arms, you continued to disappoint. But all the previous relationships I had been in taught me something I carried with me into ours – resilience. When you fought, I fought harder. When you told me I was anxious or depressed, I sought help. When you left me alone, I found friends. When you told me I had to stay, I decided it was time to finally go. And at each step of the way, I persevered, with or without you by my side.
There was a lot I hated about you, but I soon realized I didn’t need to hate you to love myself – and so, I did. I hated it when you made me cry, but I chose to laugh with myself instead. I hated it when you gave me gloom and despair, but I decided the cold never bothered me anyway. I hated it when you made me stay longer than I wanted, but I chose to make the most of the days we had together instead. And today, I can honestly say that although I hated you for all that you did, I still love that I had the chance to learn from each experience in the end.
So, as I finally seek freedom from you and leave you (at least for now), I want to let you know that I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. And I know that even though you will always be cold and gloomy, there will always be a part of you that hates to love me, too.
With all my love,
Noreen
*Quote from Julia Stiles in Ten Things I Hate About You
To: Shanghai, China – What Is Love?
Zūn Jìng De Shanghai,
I know we just met, but I want to be myself in our world. Aside from that, the rest is still unwritten. So, let’s get started, shall we?