I’m Grateful to be Living Outside America–And That Breaks My Heart

I’m an American.

I root for Team USA during the Olympics. I get a little misty-eyed when the flag is raised or I hear the first strains of The Star Spangled Banner. I sigh in delight over rockets red glare on the Fourth of July. I wax poetic about the joy of a cheeseburger and a Dunkin’ Donuts iced coffee. I marvel at the expanse of sea to shining sea.

I’m an American.

But I don’t live in America any more.

I live in Europe now. Europe is not free of violence or discrimination, it’s not a perfect utopia where everyone is sitting cross-legged in a circle strumming Kumbayah. It’s not without problems or worries. It’s not even free of guns.

But it is a place without everyday gun violence, without mall rampages and movie theatre massacres. And without school shootings. And while we’re here, let’s stop mincing words, without the frighteningly regular slaughter of innocents.

My teenager gets on his bike every morning and cycles to school. I worry that some distracted driver will clip him. I worry he’ll be distracted and do something stupid. Sometimes I worry that he’ll ride without a helmet, despite my insistence.

I don’t worry about identifying his bullet-ridden body in a cold morgue because someone shot up his school.

I worry my fourth-grader will feel lonely on the playground. I worry he’ll get anxious about a test. I worry that he will come home with head lice because head lice is a pain in the ass.

I don’t worry about him hiding in a corner of his classroom while someone with an assault rifle is roaming the hallway looking for unlocked doors.

I go to parent teacher conferences. I worry that my kids will fall through the cracks because, truth be told, they’re easy kids to teach and sometimes teachers spend a disproportionate amount of their time with kids who have more challenging needs. I worry that they’re not drilling them in their times tables enough, because man, I knew those things backward and forward.

I do not worry about looking those teachers in the eye and trying to figure out if they would take a bullet for my kids.

I worry now that my teen has more independence he’ll make the right choices.

I never worry about those choices including walking into a store and buying a gun.

I worry my sons spend too much time on their computers, their iPads, their phones.

I do not worry when they scamper off to see the latest Marvel movie on the big screen that someone is going to come in and shoot up the theatre.

I worry they might give in to peer pressure.

I don’t worry about them going to other people’s homes where there may be unsecured, loaded weapons.

I worry about drugs. I worry about unprotected sex. I worry my soon to be high schooler isn’t working to his full potential and it might hurt his chances when he applies to college.

I never worry he’s going to get hold of an AR-15 and shoot up his school.

We all live in uncertain times. I sometimes worry about planes being blown out of the sky and trucks plowing into pedestrians.

I don’t worry about my kids living in a state of perpetual lock-down preparation. I don’t worry about whether or not their teacher is getting through to them how to be quiet in an active shooter situation. I don’t worry about their teachers carrying guns.

I’m an American who is sitting somewhere else, wondering if she can ever go home, because though I may bleed red, white, and blue, I am not sure I can stomach the idea of worrying about my children bleeding out on a classroom floor for someone else’s interpretation of a two hundred year old sentence.

I know I’m not the only one in this situation. I talk to dozens of other Americans, mostly mothers, some fathers, who find themselves navigating these same complex feelings. I’m both grateful that I can send my children to school free of these worries, and pounded by guilt that so many people I love have to someone manage them everyday.

I know there are others. So, so many others. I know I’m not the only American abroad who feels this way:

I’m an American who is grateful that right now I do not live in America.

And that breaks my heart into a million tiny pieces.


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8 Comments Add yours

  1. -N- says:

    Well said, Dina. If I didn’t have family that I am attached to, a job, and so on, I’d leave. I am sick of the effing guns all over America, I am sick of people misinterpreting the 2nd amendment, forgetting it was for protection against foreign powers in 1791, and that the technology then is not the technology now. I am tired of corporate corruption, of the lack of morals and values that are inclusive. I am ashamed of this country.


  2. I’m in the same boat. I’ve been living outside the US for a few years now, and we would always think of going back when it was time for the kids to start high school. But now, it pains me to see what is happening. My friends there worry about this every day. I don’t know if I can do it!


  3. aviets says:

    I hear you, friend. My sister has moved her family to Ireland, and though there were a lot of reasons behind that decision, safety and sanity was not a small one. Something I’ve realized recently is that the many, many layers of ugly crap we’re dealing with in the U.S. has caused me to realize how much I appreciate what our nation was actually meant to be and could possibly be again, if we can purge this cancer that’s currently eating us alive.


  4. bobcabkings says:

    I’m an American living in America and grateful that my step-son is grown and that he is not currently teaching in a college classroom. I find myself wondering what ever happened to E Pluribus Unum. We are so far from being that one from many.


  5. bobcabkings says:

    Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
    On Wine And Cheese (Doodles), Dina Honor gives a view from abroad


  6. Riza says:

    Maybe because I came from a 3rd world country that I’m enormously grateful for all that America has given me. I know what it is like not to be American — and so getting my US citizenship means something extra special to me that is not always found in the native born. The US may have its share of problems, but I wouldn’t go back to the sh*thole I came from – ever.


  7. Vic Crain says:

    Dina, you are one of perhaps as many as 10 million civilian Americans who now live elsewhere, and that number is growing. The government refuses to report data on out-migration. However, US citizens living in Mexico has doubled to 2 million just in the last year. There are entire enclaves of Yankees in Mexico — one realtor referred to the town where he lives as identical to the Wichita he left. Other destinations include UK, Ireland, Korea, and Saudi Arabia. In my side-business of insurance, I met a middle-aged black teacher from Georgia who is now living in Saudi Arabia and has said she would never move back. She’s accepted there with no discrimination.

    America may look good to people who have come from worse, but it ranks poorly on most metrics relative to other industrialized countries. Life expectancy is lower. Child mortality is higher. Economic upward mobility has almost disappeared as colleges become too expensive for most residents. And the newly poor take their frustrations out on immigrants rather than the people causing the problems.

    Nor is there any commitment to fix problems. The focus of the GOP is on letting the rich be rich, and the moderate wing of the Democratic party is unwilling to rock the boat and taking campaign contributions from the same doners.


  8. SAM says:

    As is often the case with your writing, this post reflects so many of my feelings. We were just back in the U.S. for a visit (in Florida even) when this last school shooting occurred. Every time I go back it’s the same thing (and, of course, it’s happening when not there, it just seems particularly devastating when back for a visit to think that traveling home is becoming one of my most dangerous travels). And, I feel that same heartbreak. It is exactly my love of the country and appreciation for the privilege that comes with our citizenship that makes it so heartbreaking.


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