You’ll feel so homesick that you’ll want to die, and there’s nothing you can do about it apart from endure it. But you will. And it won’t kill you. And one day, the sun’ll come out — you might not even notice straight away, it’ll be that faint — and then you’ll catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past. Someone who’s only yours. And you’ll realize that this is where your life is.
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Strange, I’ve never felt homesick at all. I’ve moved so many times I’m not sure where home is any more, but I’m loving living in Wales, so maybe this is it!
I’m loving living in Wales, too. 🙂 When I do feel a pang of homesickness, it’s usually just for the people I’ve left behind in one place or another.