"Never say goodbye
Because saying goodbye means going away
And going away means
Forgetting" Peter Pan
So my holiday in Trinidad has finally ended. And as you read this scheduled post I am on a BA flight back to the UK. I am painfully aware of leaving so many of the people I love behind; my family and my friends. But every minute on the plane will bring me closer to the new life I created for myself in England. A life that I love just as much as my old life in Trinidad, as it includes my dear husband, a wonderful career, the home we made together as well as other people who I know care for me just as deeply as those I leave behind on my small island. It should not surprise you that tears are running down my cheeks as I write this. Each time I hope that leaving my home of 24 years will be less painful. I tell myself that I will be strong. I will not cry. Yet inevitably there will be a scene at the airport and I will bawl my eyes out. I will feel as though my heart is breaking. As a result only my parents are strong enough to withstand this. They will be the only ones to accompany me. Everyone else would have said their goodbyes to me at my parents' house the day before or on the morning of my departure.
But alas, such is the life of an immigrant. Because that is what I am. I always find the negative portrayal of immigrants in the British tabloid media to be upsetting. Unlike the word expatriate the word immigrant is made to sound dirty, evil, disease carrying even. But I have been fortunate. I chose to leave my home. After all I had won a prestigious scholarship. I was not forced out due to famine, disease or conflict. And I have worked hard for my adopted country. I have accepted its people as my own. So I will never be embarrassed to be an immigrant. I will wear the label with pride!
To end I wanted to share some things with you. The first is a poem written by John Sheehy; the second a verse from a song written by one of our local calypsonians who migrated to North America. I hope you enjoy.
Immigrant by John Sheehy
Torn between two lands
It's not easy not
To
Feel
Affection
For one's hometown
And my adopted land
Spirit pulled between
Strings
Emotions buried
Beneath emotions
Waves of memories
Thoughts, loss, fears,
Uncertainties, achievements
The mountain I climbed
Inhabited in dreams
Yours to the
Bone
Physically
Imprinted
Trini to De Bone by David Rudder
All these years I spent abroad in de cold, longing to be home
Trini to de bone, trini to de bone
God I pray that some sweet day, I will no longer have to roam
Trini to de bone, trini to de bone
De problems we have are plain to see
We prove we could stand de scrutiny
All and all, a true democracy
How we vote, is not how we party
There's no place like home some people say
Though some have to leave to make their way
But in their hearts I know their destiny
To come home and big up they country
Here is a YouTube link to the actual song.
Do any of you have similar experiences? How do you cope with your new life? Have a great day and see you on the other side :-)