Some People Are Better Off Moving Sight Unseen

Why scouting trips are mostly bullshit

In response to me calling bullshit on scouting trips, a reader asked:

So... in your view, how long would a person need to "scout" an area to realistically know if they'd like to relocate there?

The question contains a significant part of the answer. Because “how long” is the wrong way to look at it.

In my reply, I said:

My point is that before you even think about "scouting" anything you need to have a better idea of what you want and need from a place, which requires (1) an understanding of yourself and (2) an understanding of how places function. Most people skip those two points and think walking around like a focused tourist will give them real answers.

Whether you do it for two days or two months, visiting a location that’s “on your list” misses the really important considerations people should be taking into account about life abroad.

I fully understand that this might seem like nitpicking. But the problem is that most discussions about moving abroad stay on the surface. In isolation, there’s nothing wrong with cost-of-living estimates, concerns over currency exchange, or even taking a “scouting trip.” It’s just that—taken together—all of these things keep the conversation painfully basic.

The relocation industry likes this because they want to make things simple:

You have a dream. They sell a service. All you have to do is sample your favorite places and make a decision. They’ll charge you to take care of the rest.

The only friction they want to introduce into the process is basic logistical-type friction. The stuff with easy yes and no or step-by-step answers.

The friction that matters isn’t paperwork, visas, residency, healthcare registration, or opening a bank account.

That stuff can be annoying, but it’s ultimately solvable. And—in my experience—much easier to “solve” than the relocation opportunists will have you believe. Here again—they introduce problems that they make you think you need help solving.

Their business model lives and dies on starting off on the wrong foot—it’s sort of pathetic.

The real friction is existential.

What kind of life do you actually want?

How do you want ordinary Tuesday mornings to feel?

Place clearly holds answers to these and related questions, but not until you grapple with #1 and #2 above. This is the type of stuff that’s not even related to moving abroad. It’s the work we do as we grow as adults—self-awareness meets a deep understanding of the type of physical and social environments we prefer and why.

Things no cart-before-the-horse scouting trip can deal with for you. And, because many people have never dealt with this stuff—fully or at all—they go through the internet-supplied motions as glorified tourists on what might be a slightly extended vacation. In fact, they use the dream of moving abroad to self-medicate instead of doing the work.

There’s little risk other than this far-off day that you can’t quite imagine when you might actually get on an airplane and move to a foreign country.

The idea of a scouting trip reminds me of what the author Barbara Ehrenreich did for her book, Nickel and Dimed.

As the book description notes:

Ehrenreich left her home, took the cheapest lodgings she could find, and accepted whatever jobs she was offered. Moving from Florida to Maine to Minnesota, she worked as a waitress, a hotel maid, a cleaning woman, a nursing-home aide, and a Wal-Mart sales clerk. She lived in trailer parks and crumbling residential motels.

Fantastic—for what it is. But a big criticism of her work is that it was positioned as a way to see how it is to be a low-wage worker. That’s a bit difficult to do when you’re not a low-wage worker; you’re merely playing the role of somebody who is one.

Here again—no risk.

Just like on a scouting trip, you’re not someone who has actually made the move abroad.

So where’s the real, meaningful, deep-below-the-surface utility? It really doesn’t exist—at least not the way people who attach so much importance to a scouting trip like to riff.

In fact, I’d argue the opposite.