When we speak about culture, we usually refer to it as if it is inherent to both a people and a place. It's not. To put it simply: the cultures we know today have been created (imagined even) by repeated habits sprung from changing necessity and resources; they've influenced norms we accept as Truth. Throughout my studies, while adapting to more than one set, I've questioned them as well.
I'm excited to critically dissect American identity from abroad. It might even be the most efficient way to do so--from the outside looking in, with an otherwise innate understanding. I hope to uncover something of value that lends itself to the complexities of how we define ourselves and others in an swiftly globalizing world. (Such a nerd). Then, I'll graduate, move, and settle into stability.
Sometime this year, life will become significantly more normal. And yet, I know the very concept of "normality" is manufactured, too. My least favorite French phrase is: c'est normal. I've heard it said sarcastically, eliciting a condescending judgment. But if "normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it," (to use Ellen Goodman's words, for instance) I'd rather not, thank you very much. So I'll create my own normal; one of adventure, frugality, satisfaction. For the first time in a long time, whether by naivety or maturity, I believe it's not only possible, but necessary.
