I sometimes think that people who don’t have to work can get by a little bit easier. It’s easier to hide and stay in your own little world. You can spend your time Skyping with friends from back home, go out shopping or just for fun at night. You can really ignore the whole “integration” aspect of living in a foreign country. I hear them talk about their multiple trips “back home” a year when I struggle to make it happen even once. Sure, I admit that a part of me is a bit jealous.
I admit I also wonder how it is to be together with a partner who is of the same culture as you. What’s it like knowing you won’t be living in this country forever? To know that eventually you and your partner will move back to the country you both share as a home? I admit that a part of me wishes I would have chosen an American partner. Part of me wishes Mr. C could relate to me in ways that only other Americans can. But I also know that no relationship is perfect and even if we were of the same culture, we would still have issues to deal with.
And to be honest I wouldn’t want that life. I like being forced out there everyday. I like that I was forced to learn the language and forced to integrate. Do I like it here everyday? Hardly. But at the end of the day I can be proud of who I am and what I’ve accomplished in my two and a half years living abroad. I guess that’s all that really matters.