Living more than 4,000 miles away from my homeland is still thrilling to me after 4.5 years. But it’s also still hard to be so far away from family and old friends. My guess is that most people don’t realize that this could still be difficult: they just think that I’ve been away for a while and thus it surely must have gotten easier. But I don’t think it’s ever easy to be away from your old sources of support, no matter how many new and wonderful friends you may have and how happy you are in your new life.
I guess I’ve been feeling sentimental. A friendly and touching note from an old friend recently literally brought a tear to my eye. I wanted to see my friend in person so badly that it literally hurt. I miss her and her wisdom and her laughter. In fact, I miss a lot of people in the US. I miss being at parties and celebrations and seeing my friend’s kids growing up.
Don’t get me wrong. I do live a good life that I truly enjoy. But being away from family and old friends is part of the price I pay for living more than 4,000 miles from home. I get it. It’s just hard some days.