Do I feel more or less American living overseas?
I get this question a lot.
And, as the United States prepares to celebrate its 247th birthday, it’s on my mind this weekend.
I’ve been living outside the States for more than 25 years.
The truth is, I’ve never felt more American than I do today.
I called Baltimore, Maryland, home until I was 35 years old. Growing up, I never thought about what it meant to be American. I took it for granted.
Every year since I left Baltimore, I’ve been more aware of my American-ness.
Being An American In Ireland
My husband and I lived in Ireland for seven years, long enough to acquire Irish passports, and our son was born in Waterford.
But we’re not Irish… not really.
Being An American In Paris
After Ireland, we were in Paris for four years. Both our children think of that city as home. It’s where our blended family bonded, where my son, Jackson, started school, and from where my daughter, Kaitlin, left our nest to start college.
We still have the apartment where we four lived together. It’s one of the places where Lief and I hang our hats these days. Now that our youngest child has also left the nest, Lief and I are able to move around more freely. We like Paris and return as often as possible.
In our apartment in that city we store plastic tubs containing school report cards and gifts the kids made us for Mother’s and Father’s days. Indeed, everywhere we look in those 112 square meters brings back memories from when our children were young.
We love being in Paris, but we’re surely not French.
Being An American In Panama
In Panama, where we’ve been based for more than 15 years, as in Ireland and in Paris, we’ve put down roots. We have friends, our children have friends…
Our Live And Invest Overseas HQ is in a big old house in Panama City’s El Cangrejo neighborhood. We have an apartment on Avenida Balboa and a house on Panama’s Azuero coast at Los Islotes… from where I write today.
We’re in Panama for the long haul… but we’ll never be Panamanian.
No… we’re American, from our accents to our Levi’s, Lief’s Stetson, and our fondness for fresh corn on the cob on a hot July afternoon.
And in less obvious ways, too.
Being An American Overseas
I’d guess that, when I sit down in a business meeting anywhere in the world, no one else at the table is uncertain of my origins. I could be negotiating the cost of an apartment for sale in Tavira… considering an investment in Panama City… meeting with a new writer in Paris… or discussing residency visa options with an attorney in the Santo Domingo…
On the other end of the conversation is a Portuguese, a Panamanian, a Frenchman, a Dominican… what have you. I’m the American. And to the discussion I bring the American perspective.
The longer I’m outside the States, the greater has grown my appreciation for what that means and also for how unique the American viewpoint is.
The rest of the world doesn’t think like we Americans think. That’s neither good nor bad. It just is. And it creates opportunities.
I have the chance, every time I engage with a non-American anywhere in the world, to learn from his ways… and to leverage mine.
We Americans are the world’s optimists. We believe in ourselves and in our collective ability to figure things out… to make things better… to make things work. We’re certain we can… when everyone else is sure we can’t.
Americans are dreamers. We see what something could be more than what it happens to be right now. What’s before us is only a place to start.
And we’re wanderers. What’s over the next hill or around the next bend in the road? Let’s go have a look.
We value hard work, we like efficiency, and we pride ourselves on our willingness to act on opportunity when we perceive it.
What could we do tomorrow that we didn’t do yesterday… we wonder as we lie awake at night. Let’s get up early in the morning and find out.
How can we make this thing, this idea, this effort better? Let’s roll up our shirtsleeves and see where a little elbow grease leads us.
Those are American sentiments. Wherever we travel in the world, whoever we encounter, personally or in business, these are the attitudes we bring to the conversation.
So, yes, I’d say that, living overseas, I feel more American than ever. In a good way.
Happy Independence Day.
Until next time,
Kathleen Peddicord
Founding Publisher, Overseas Opportunity Letter
