Living abroad is like being in a dream sometimes. I walk
along the streets of my new hometown, and it feels like I’m detached from my
body. I look around and people look different; they speak another language;
they behave in a peculiar way. It feels like my soul is wandering around while
I’m sleeping at home back in my country.
Other times, things here are oddly familiar, as if I had
been here all my life. I go to the shops and know where to find all the
bargains; I have made friends to whom I feel very close; my dogs swim in the
river nearby, having the time of their lives.
I feel I have become this transient soul, coming back and
forth, never totally at ease either here or back in my country. If I stay, I
know I will be missing so many things which I used to take for granted. If I
go, I’ll regret never having tried to live this experience of being abroad for
a longer period. Having options can be painful sometimes…
The greatest reward, though, is knowing that, no matter
where my journey takes me, wonderful people will be there for me.
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