Where do I actually belong? Half Romanian, half Belgian, but never fully either
Where do I actually belong? Half Romanian, half Belgian, but never fully either
I'm half Romanian and half Belgian, and I've been thinking about this a lot lately.
My mother is from a small village in Romania called Hodora. She grew up there with her family on a farm, but during communism they lost the farm and much of what they had. She always told me that she wanted to get away from there, and she eventually met my Belgian father, who was a truck driver.
My parents separated before I was born, and my father died when I was around 5–7 years old. I only have a few very blurry memories of him, but they're mostly good ones. When I stayed with him, I remember being happy. He was kind to me, a great cook, and sometimes took me along in his truck when he travelled. I even remember sitting behind the wheel with him.
He definitely had his problems though. He was an alcoholic and a womanizer, and apparently had more than 11 children with different women. He had also lied about his age to my mother when they met and was around 20 years older than her.
But my father isn't really the point of this post.
I grew up mostly around my Romanian family. Romanian traditions, Orthodox Christianity, Romanian holidays, food, family gatherings — all of that was a normal part of my childhood. I was constantly surrounded by Romanian people and the language.
Yet somehow, I never learned to speak Romanian.
My mother chose to speak French with me at home because that was the language she spoke with my stepfather. We also lived in the Dutch-speaking part of Belgium, so Dutch was everywhere outside the house.
As a result, I ended up with a strange relationship with Romanian. I can understand basic Romanian and recognize a lot of words because I've heard it my entire life, but I can't properly hold a conversation.
And in my entire Romanian family, I'm basically the only one like that.
Even relatives who married people from completely different backgrounds still passed Romanian on to their children. I was the odd one out. My family knew I spoke French, so they would speak dutch to me or simply speak Romanian knowing that I could understand parts of it.
I've often wondered whether that makes me less Romanian.
At the same time, I've never felt completely Belgian either. I grew up in Belgium, but my home was French-speaking and my family was Romanian. I've also experienced racism here, and I've often felt more comfortable around other people with immigrant backgrounds than around native Belgians.
So for a long time I've had this feeling that I'm somehow too Romanian for Belgium and not Romanian enough for Romania.
Now I'm an adult and I have my own family. My partner actually has a surprisingly similar background, so this isn't something I experience alone anymore.
We have a one-year-old daughter, and we've decided that we want to leave Belgium completely.
We don't have family or close friends here keeping us here. It's going to be the three of us, starting from scratch somewhere else.
We're not sure where yet.
And that's where this whole question has become much more important to me.
We've looked at different countries and places, but every time I think about moving somewhere new, i know i will be looked at as a foreigner again.
But I would like to find somewhere where my daughter and I can build a life without constantly feeling like we don't quite belong.
So I'm curious what everyone thinks,
I'm genuinely interested in honest answers, not just reassurance.
I have a feeling that there are probably other people here who grew up somewhere between cultures and understand exactly what I'm talking about.
Where should we go?
Where can we build life and feel like we can belong?
For now we are going to a french island called la reunion.
For allot of reasons of our own,
but the island also struggles with its own issues, allot of different things but also things like racism or anti-foreigners, because of these specific issues.
and i am scared we might fall under the category where this hatred and frustration is aimed at.
So we do hope to make a life there but if we notice that it is not safe for us or we are not welcome, then we will leave.
I am not a highly educated man and no we are not people with money that can just spend to go and start anywhere, we take allot of risk and are willing to work.
Because thats all i know is how to work hard and find local work that people dont want to do regardless if its logistics, cooking, cleaning, picking up trash. I know how to work. So with the limited skills i have i still want to give the best i can for my family and my daughter is not getting any younger, so i want to change her suroundings asap so she doesnt have to grow up unwelcomed like me.