Living abroad is an experience in every single way. It is the satisfaction of achieving a dream (goose bumps included). It is the feeling of being born again, but in a new life that you have chosen. It is the fear of looking behind and watch your life as you know it starting to fade. It is the anxiety of knowing that, even if you decide to return back someday, things won’t be the same ever again, starting from the fact that not even you will be the same.
Living abroad is not for everyone. You need a huge heart for loving what is not close to you and also for understanding that it also possible to hug with your soul. Living abroad is to learn to love from far away, cause only that way you will feel your beloved ones close to you. Basically, living abroad is to learn to love better.
To live abroad is, somehow, to understand what actually is the relativity of time. Whilst your new life happens so quickly, so quickly that you even feel that you need to gasp for some air; you go to your hometown for a couple of days and it is like if time hasn’t passed at all. It is as if you have just woken up from a very long dream the next day after you left. It is so weird, so curious, but so true.
Living abroad is like if you had slept for so long. When you visit home, you realize that there were weddings in which you were not present, pregnancies that you didn’t see grow, or anecdotes in which you have not been part of. However, ironically, during your life abroad, it is when you have felt the most alive ever.
To live abroad is to give a whole new meaning to the word “home”, cause “home” has always been where your family is. However, “home” now is also the place where you feel relieved to arrive to after a tough day, or where you just sit to read on your new favourite spot.
To live abroad is to be in front a blank canvas in which you will paint your new life, in which you will create yourself again with endless stories and new memories. Notwithstanding, at the same time, it is also an used canvas cause, for better or for worse, you carry with you a big part of who have you been.
Living abroad is like when somebody dies and everybody starts saying everything they always wanted to say to that person. The good thing in this case, is that they say all those things to you on your farewell party and not in front of your tomb where it makes no more sense.
Living abroad is to understand that homemade food, which is usually cheaper, is more valuable than a dinner with a pretty tablecloth with flawlessly dressed waiters.
Living abroad is something curious, it is realizing how small you were in the past, compared to what you are now. However, at the same time, the world seems to be way smaller than before.
To live abroad is a dream, a dream like life itself.
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That is so true!
However the longer you live abroad the better you feel yourself home. Going back to my “motherland” I feel myself a visitor sometimes.
When I started to live on my own it was really difficult cause I was to close to my family and my hometown. I cried like four nights in-a-row until I realised that that was my new life, a second chance to start over again and to appreciate what I had and fight for what I wanted and still want to get. Besides the liberty we found when we leave our first home we also find the responsibility, the adulthood, the REAL LIFE. Suddenly you’re not mummy’s child anymore and you have to learn about medical stuff, cooking, how to clean the house, etc. In a very unusual way I always enjoy when you post something new cause I have felt the same many times. Hope this new life for you is fitting you well. Be happy. Write more.
Thanks for sharing this,
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Story of my life Joaquin!!! Beautifully expressed!!
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