Top Things I Won’t Leave Home Without
Tuesday, June 8th, 2010By: Cherrye Moore
We are in the second week of June and this expat is happily at home with her Texas-based friends and family. There is nothing like going home, seeing familiar faces, frequenting familiar haunts and yes, I’ll admit it, sometimes equally as important … eating familiar food.
I have to say, though, I come home twice a year-each summer and again at Christmas-and each time I stock up on my American goodies.
When I first moved to Italy four years ago, I’d buy my Gold Toe socks, fill up during the Bath and Body Works semi-annual sales and even buy my makeup and remover.
But luckily, things have changed.
I am no longer am addicted to Gold Toe socks and Sephora’s recent addition to our shopping center has helped with the makeup, lotions and shower gel dilemnas.
Still, there are a few things I still import.
Medicine
I recently realized you can indeed buy Ibuprofen in Italy, but yowsers is that stuff expensive. Instead of forking over €12 for 12 pills, I run by Walmart and stock up. In addition to Advil, I always carry Tylenol, Tylenol PM, DayQuil and NyQuil and vitamins, for both my husband and myself. We also bring American-strength deodorant.
Books
Even though I have had good experiences with Amazon UK and am addicted to reading through the Kindle App on my iPod Touch, I still like to buy a few books from the US. Usually I buy work-related books to help with my freelance writing career, but I’ve also been known to stalk the sales counter at our local B&N. Old habits die hard.
Food, Food, Food
You can take the girl away from the Mexican border, but you can’t keep the Mexican cravings away. I always buy Velveeta cheese, taco Seasoning, Jambalaya mix, canned soup for cooking, Big Red gum and a few boxes of Ziploc bags … you know, to store all of my leftovers.
Are you an expat? If so, what do you buy from home?
Cherrye Moore is a freelance writer and travel consultant living in Calabria, Italy. She can organize a group Calabria tour or help you plan a custom itinerary for your family from her website, My Bella Vita.
Photo: Cherrye Moore, My Bella Vita
As we all know, speaking the local language is essential when you move to another country. I’m fortunate to be able to pick up languages easily. In Argentina, it took a few months for me to get comfortable with Spanish, but I kept at it and was able to integrate pretty well into my surroundings. I don’t know how I would survive Italy without knowing Italian.


Oftentimes we dream of specific places because they are so different from what our current lifestyles have to offer. If you live in a large city and are constantly rushing to meet deadlines, stuck in traffic, exhausted, you are probably thinking of a small town where the pace is just right. If you have always lived in a small town, you might be antsy and wishing for some rush and excitement – and chaos. Each of the two choices has its pros and cons:
Big cities. The rush, the excitement, the constant movement. There is always something going on in the big city. A diverse population, a sense of individuality, and the neighborhoods are all different from each other. People are straight-forward and to the point. They are so busy carrying on with their own lives that what you do is your business – they don’t have time to worry about you. On the other hand, if you’re used to the tranquility and slow pace of a small town or the country, you might get overwhelmed. I know someone who had panic attacks almost every day their first week in Buenos Aires. It can be a lot to handle if you’re not used to constantly busy streets and sidewalks. My advice in this case is to find your favorite park and make a regular visit to it. Just a few minutes of silence surrounded by green can do a lot for one’s well-being.
It is just as easy for expats to fall into the same ‘ole dull routine of going to work, washing our car, cooking dinner and so on and so forth as it is for our non-expat counterparts back home. This is something that is hard for many non-expats to consider and something, I’ve noticed lately, that expats love to point out.