Two weeks ago I hatched a plan for keeping ex-expat blues at bay. This plan I named “Operation: Ex-Expat“. I promised myself that I would take a step each week to fight my sadness over moving back to the States and embrace how life can still be an adventure.
Well, guys, I did it. I can check off a step on my operation. I took the harder route just to experience something new and different. I took the thing I am the absolute worst at and rolled with it.
I baked a pie.
Now, for most of you, that’s no big deal. But, if you know me, you know that I – A. Can’t cook/bake to save my life, B. Am the opposite of Susie-homemaker, and C. Actually hate the idea of being Susie-homemaker. However, with autumn saturating the air (and instagram), I found that I couldn’t escape pictures and posts about autumn activities – one of those activities being apple pie baking.
Naturally I started craving apple pie.
My first instinct, of course, was to go buy an apple pie. Shoot, I’m back in the US, I thought, Why not go to Wegman’s and buy an apple pie? As I contemplated how much an apple pie would cost and how long it would take me to get to the store, the idea to actually create the pie began to formulate. So I committed.
And, guess what? I loved every minute of making that pie. I cheerily went about the kitchen rolling crust, peeling apples, and preheating the oven all with a glorious mess of flour in my wake.
In the end, my pie was nothing special. It tasted good, but it wasn’t great. It looked nice, but it wasn’t perfect. Nevertheless, I was proud of it. I was proud that I had done something I wouldn’t normally choose to do simply to experience something new. Something different. For me, my life overseas felt like baking a pie. It felt a little scary, a little like anything could happen, but I was excited to see where it would take me. I want to chase that feeling forever, because I know it makes me a stronger person – USA or anywhere else.
All that to say – apple pie is good for the soul.