You lose a piece of yourself when you choose another city, let alone another country, to call home. You lose touch, you miss most of it, you forget.
First, you’re in denial, then you’re depressed… It’s a bit like grief, whether you admit it or not. You grieve your old life, the distance, the feeling of security, and the warmth of your loved ones.
Finally, you muster all the courage you can find, and you take a deep plunge into the unknown. Reality hits you hard, and a few months later, you romantically call it “adventure”.
Such did my adventure begin. Continue reading “A Home Away From Home”