One thing I would have on my side in terms of leaving SA would be my age.
My generation has been afforded just slightly more leeway in doing the “globalisation” trot. Without the extreme judgement & tomato-throwing & burn-the-expat-at-the-stake attitudes of folk who choose to stay.
But take a case of a thirty-something up and going. Well. They’re betraying their country. Dishonouring “what we are working for”.
And just what are we working for!? Cause, to me, it seems so many people rooted in dearest South Africa are working on their daily lives and their personal dreams rather than some “greater” plan. (Just look at how much effort we endure just to convince our countrymen to register to vote).
And the first people to judge about “betraying the rainbow” appear to be those wasting expensive work hours reading crap blog posts by anonymous friends and foes.
If I do end up doing a coupla years (decades?) abroad. In, godforbid, a Western country, am I going to have to wave my “social development” experience about to justify my move?
Not that I want to study at a globally-recognised centre of learning. Or gain some sweet worldly work experience. That my work & living in a First World city might actually enhance my abilities to help out my “people” back home.
Or does so many years on other soil disallow me from using “my people”?
Would I have to write home about how I hate every aspect of it and every minute of it and how I miss South Africa with all my soul. Just to justify that I do love my country of origin. Would I have to deny that I can see the world in complexity. That I can see the good & the bad of both?
Will leaving South Africa to follow a self-challenging-growing opportunity disallow me the types of criticism I shove up onto this space all the time these days.
But I like the way Commentator Jeremy put it to a Sarah Britten post:
Am I the only one noticing that most of the replies seem to be made by a bunch of teenage whities? South Africans appear to be envious of other people who occupy a planet.