Its time to get real, its time to talk about the hard stuff. Yes being 18,324km away from home is hard, yes being in a strange city alone is tough, and yes winter has lasted for at least 7 months already but that is not the hardest thing. They are tiny annoyances compared to the big issue causing daily agony and mistrust with the world. What is literally the worst thing about being an expat I hear you say? Two words…power adaptors.
Those little fuckers are the bane of any expat’s life. Things are simple when you first move over, you have your iPhone charger with a New Zealand plug and you just need a one adaptor to make your life in London complete. Then you decide to go on holiday to Berlin so you find the one place in London that sells a New Zealand to Europe power adaptor and your life is once again connected and complete.
So far so electric.
Then you start to accumulate UK appliances and trouble starts brewing like grey clouds on the horison. It might be that hair dryer you brought, or you might have splurged on a new laptop because you decided to start a blog. All of a sudden most things you own have UK plugs, you get used to not needing adaptors in your life, you are becoming naturalised to your new city. Until you decide to travel that is, and then you are entirely screwed.
After four years I have about ten different power adaptors and my amazing super power is to never have the one I need when I need it. To New Zealand I took a European adaptor, to Europe I took the NZ to Europe adaptor but only had things with UK plugs. Yes part of this is that I might be a tiny bit useless at packing, but mostly I blame global politics and power plays for allowing the tyranny of power adaptors to take over.
I bet one of you smart asses is sitting there saying I should get a universal adaptor. I bet you are smugly sitting on your bed charging your New Zealand phone in a UK socket knowing that if you had to go to Norway at short notice your power requirements would be 100% sorted. But you are also probably the sort of person who chooses to buy the more expensive power adaptor at the airport instead of buying gin. So you may be happily charging your iPhone right now, but I am fuelled by the power of Hendricks and am pretty much invincible so fucknuckles to you.
One day I will be prepared to pay the £10 more for the universal adaptor. On that day I will be sober, boring and ready to talk life insurance over Starbucks cappuccinos. Until that day however I will scream my power adaptor injustice at the world from every mountain and every city hotel room that I find myself in. Expats together we will get through this challenge, be brave my loves.