How I feel know as I’ve lived abroad four times now. It certainly doesn’t get easier, but you learn patience and that’s invaluable. As I make my final decisions on whether to stay in Turkey or not; to stay and teach at a university; or to say fuck all Turkish spoiled students and go to straight up adults at a language school I’ll be keeping all of this in mind.
Moving around the world teaches you many things. It isn’t for everyone. It takes a special type of person to be able to do what we do. Packing up all your things into two carry-on bags and two checked pieces of luggage is struggles in itself, and to generalize imagine being a woman! I could only bring 10 pairs of shoes! Your mother will go through that luggage and make you narrow it down to seven cardigans instead of 17 and she will remind you that those shorts still don’t fit and haven’t fit for 3 years, you should probably just let them go. Along with letting those shorts go you are also letting go of friendships, relationships, comfort.
A wise man told me that the reason we move to new countries is because we are either running from or running to something. I laughed and thought he was crazy…
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