Living abroad: Home is where it hurts

studying abroad

Not so long ago you were in your cozy room Googling this destination every day, browsing through city To Do’s, and before you realized what happened, you are there. Despite being excited about what tomorrow is going to bring, with each and every move you make you just feel too responsible, like wearing a rough shirt or small shoes, you are uncomfortable.

It has to sound familiar whether you left 3 months or 3 years ago. 

What scares me more than learning how to spend time by yourself is when you actually start to like it. How can this become normal for such a social person?! The person in life that you will always be with the most, is yourself. Therefore, I guess the answer is that sometimes you are forced to like it. It’s not like a daily job or office activity that many people don’t like but still have to do trying to make the best out of it. You can call this a destiny. Deep down you have that inner feeling that is just pushing you forward and not letting you quit.

This is indeed the best decision you have ever made, therefore the biggest challenge you have ever faced. I call it challenge until one point when it becomes your adventure. That’s the point when you realize that you have been through all kind of shit falling on you unpredictably, from nowhere and out of nothing. Another sequence, hard enough, is when your friends who you are able to share this with, just don’t get it on the same level as you. Yes, they offer you that short-term support but as soon as you post a photo of a beautiful landscape, it’s all gone, they are pretty convinced that you are living life to the fullest. They are right, you are, but you are still not aware, time needs to do its magic so you could realise.

Despite your occupation (studying, working), you still get to travel a lot. All of a sudden that “nomadic” substance starts pumping your blood. The way you travel stops being important, the further and cheaper, the better. As soon as you sit on the seat of that low-cost plane, bus or hitchhiker car and still under adrenaline rush, you start thinking about your friend’s weeding that you missed or seaside trip that your friends went to without you. You probably don’t have a girlfriend (and how could you), just some remote girls who you used to sympathise. Social networks are there to transfer those shallow emotions and that’s where it stops, you are probably 2000km away, remember?!

Ok, this may sound depressing depending on time you spent abroad, stage that you have reached and amount of time it took you to do so.

I personally fucking love it at the moment. It’s literally living without borders! You have these ups and downs which made me write this article but you also have them at home right? You even get to identify yourself with lyrics: “Started from the bottom now we’re here”. However, that bottom is not about your place of birth, past financial situation or neighborhood where you used to live. That bottom is your experience and the state of mind you had before this tough challenge became adventure. Nothing would be possible without new tastes you have discovered and new people you have surrounding yourself with.

“Home is where your heart is and you together made me one! We are all spread around the world now, but we’ll handle!”

Use each and every chance to travel the furthest you can and discover where you want to live when you reach 60. Try to find an opportunity to spend some time abroad, to challenge yourself and realize do you like it or not. It’s not like this kind of life is superior and everybody should do it by any means. But if you don’t try, you will never know.


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