F OCUS - American Foreign Service Association
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FAMILY MEMBER MATTERS ■ BY DOUGLAS E. MORRIS<br />
Living in the Bubble<br />
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<strong>Foreign</strong> <strong>Service</strong> personnel may not<br />
want to believe this, but life while<br />
serving at a U.S. embassy overseas<br />
is rather easy, at least in comparison to<br />
what other expatriates experience. Having<br />
grown up abroad outside of the cocoon<br />
of the embassy community — my<br />
father worked for a U.S. corporation —<br />
I viewed diplomatic life as rife with benefits.<br />
As an adult, I recently spent two<br />
years with my <strong>Foreign</strong> <strong>Service</strong> partner<br />
in Turkey smothered in diplomatic<br />
perks. Now that I am living in Italy<br />
while she is in Afghanistan for a year, I have been rudely<br />
reawakened to the rigors of expat life outside of the embassy<br />
“bubble.”<br />
The bubble begins with housing. While embassy personnel<br />
arrive at their new post and move into an assigned,<br />
often furnished home, other expats generally have to find<br />
their own housing, which involves dealing with foreign real<br />
estate agents, in another language, while facing unknown<br />
hurdles and incomprehensible laws.<br />
Here in Italy, for example, I spent three weeks dealing<br />
with 12 different real estate agencies and visiting a dozen<br />
apartments. Even when my family was moving around<br />
under the auspices of a multinational corporation, we received<br />
virtually no assistance in finding a place to live. My<br />
mother would fly to the next foreign country for a frenzied<br />
couple of weeks’ housing search on her own, with no embassy<br />
or corporate support staff assisting her.<br />
I still remember one apartment that was an empty shell,<br />
without kitchen cabinets, appliances, light fixtures or finished<br />
bathrooms — quite the opposite of the fully equipped<br />
apartment my mother had seen when she scouted it weeks<br />
earlier.<br />
Without a welcome kit or a cadre of embassy employees<br />
to help set things right, we had to navigate government and<br />
business bureaucracies, language barriers and every other<br />
cultural oddity to get our home set up before we could even<br />
think of moving in.<br />
Then, if we had electrical, plumbing, telecom, television<br />
or any other household problems, there were no embassy<br />
technicians on call. And there certainly was no one to help<br />
us hang pictures, a service I was stunned to discover was<br />
offered to embassy personnel in Turkey.<br />
If we got in a traffic<br />
accident, there was no<br />
<strong>Foreign</strong> <strong>Service</strong> National<br />
to come deal with it,<br />
and we had to navigate<br />
the vagaries of a foreign<br />
legal system on our own.<br />
If we got sick, we had to find our own<br />
doctors. There was no health unit to call.<br />
If we got in a traffic accident, there was no<br />
<strong>Foreign</strong> <strong>Service</strong> National to come deal with<br />
it, and we had to navigate the vagaries of a<br />
foreign legal system on our own.<br />
If we wanted a familiar food product,<br />
there was no embassy store or commissary<br />
to meet our needs. We had to make do<br />
with what was on the local economy. If we<br />
wanted to order something from the U.S.,<br />
we did not have the Army Post Office to<br />
deliver it to us quickly and inexpensively.<br />
If we felt isolated or needed some questions answered,<br />
there was no Community Liaison Office to help out. Certainly,<br />
after a few months, once we connected with the extended<br />
expat community, we were able to gather<br />
information about what to do, where to go, where to shop,<br />
etc. Before that, however, we were flying blind.<br />
To be sure, corporate employees often receive larger pay<br />
packets, and housing and education allowances. But while<br />
these benefits may help ease the financial burden of overseas<br />
life, they do little to ensure a smooth transition to a<br />
new place, help create the embrace of community life, or<br />
begin to approximate the support network available at U.S.<br />
missions.<br />
This is not meant to suggest that life in the U.S. mission<br />
community is all caviar, champagne and black-tie events.<br />
Navigating a foreign culture, having to forgo many familiar<br />
products and services, leaving behind friends and family,<br />
communicating in a foreign language, moving every two to<br />
three years, starting over and creating a new life in another<br />
country — none of that is simple. Living overseas is never<br />
effortless or trouble-free. However, the embassy “bubble”<br />
does cushion the experience.<br />
I am not embarrassed to say that I have tasted life in the<br />
bubble, and I want more. Even though I am enjoying my<br />
time in the land of la dolce vita, I am looking forward to<br />
my partner’s next assignment, when I can once again feel<br />
the embrace of the ever-so-cushy life inside the U.S. embassy<br />
community. ❒<br />
Douglas E. Morris is the author of Open Road’s Best of Italy and other<br />
books. He currently resides in Viterbo, Italy, waiting for his FSO partner’s<br />
year in Afghanistan to end. You can contact the author through<br />
his Web site: www.TheItalyGuide.com.<br />
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