Leaving America

//Leaving America

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I’ve left my home country.

I went through a grieving period where I had to finally face my expatriation as a citizen, as a member of the collective that is America.

The mourning lasted about a half an hour.

But still, it was tough, to face those realities that I have left my home, indefinitely. The culture, the nation, the land that nourished me, that gave birth to me, I’m leaving it because the opportunity is better elsewhere.

It’s funny, that’s why so many of my American ancestors came to the United States in the first place; they were leaving the risks at home for the unknown risks (and fabled opportunities) across the sea. Being a descendent of that conquest into the unknown is irreplacable; I have the distinctly American tendencies of wander and adventure. I find these tendencies even more prevalent in those who live on the west coast, where the adventurer subset of the adventurous Americans traveled off to.

And then I hit the edge of the frontier, at the Pacific ocean, and I got caught in the moss for a while. I tried for ten years to succeed in America, and it just wasn’t happening. Getting sick could lead to financial ruin. I had serious fears for the future of the country; after a decade of being pillaged by obscenely rich and inhuman corporations, the country, the economy, and the society are not feeling safe to this sailor of that lifelong ship.

It’s too risky to stay, and the opportunity is better elsewhere.

As a people, Americans are descended from those who made this very same leap into the unknown. It’s how our forbears got there in the first place.

Leaving America was, quintessentially, the most American thing I could do.

By | 2011-10-23T07:00:48+00:00 October 23rd, 2011|Adventure|

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  1. Karen July 5, 2012 at 1:36 pm - Reply

    I too, have lost faith, and interest in “the system” in the US. What happened to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness? Where is the freedom to pursue, the American dream that the founding fathers of our country stood for. What happened to our rights to privacy? One cannot open a bank account, earn money, or have a business outside the US, without informing the IRS about it. There are drones flying over our USA who can “see” you in your back yard and follow your whereabouts. The government can tap into ones private email correspondence. The rich are getting richer. The middle class is disappearing. The poor are getting poorer. Even illegal immigrants are going back to their home countries because the opportunities are no longer available in the US. Corporate executives are getting millions$ in bonuses, while the workers are taking pay cuts- and we’d better be grateful that we even have a job! This is madness.
    Where are the protests? Occupy Wallstreet demonstrators tried, only to be sprayed with tear gas, then the movement fizzled out.
    I am tired, discouraged, and am leaving the country I was once so proud of. What else can one do?

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