Living abroad almost always means there will be loved ones left behind. But expats also miss the landscapes, the cities, and the weather of home.
This time, you are not superficially passing by people’s life anymore. You make the conscious call on which bridges to build or which bridges to burn; decide that you are not obliged to burn out your own fire to light up someone else’s fire.
Traveling teaches you that you do not need much to have fun.
I’ve been planning for the moment that my plane touches down by isolating the issues most important to me and joining the platforms of their resistance movements in all ways that I can.
Take your time looking for somewhere to live.
Just like in a relationship, you find yourself in the “honeymoon stage” of a new country within the first couple months…that is until your unfolded the little blemishes and “not so enjoyable” parts that have yet become so obvious.
Keyword there: forever tourist. You don’t just wake up from a bad dream, roll your bed and feel at home in the new country.
Unless you are supremely resilient, you will have a range of emotions after you’ve moved abroad.
Growing up in America, I would always hear that the hardest thing to be is Black and that I would have to work 2x as hard if not harder, just to be on the same level as my white counterparts.…
Do not waste your youth being stuck in your comfort zone. Anything is possible if you put your mind, heart, and soul in everything that you do.