When is life’s journey about exploration and confronting the new, and when is it about running away and escaping the past? Or is it always a bit of both?
That’s what I’ve been wondering about much of my adult life, and especially now that I seem to be a confirmed, serial expatriate, exiled from the place of my birth but, thanks to technology and annual holidays, not entirely separated from those who mean the most to me.
Since I fled overseas in 2008 — first to China, then to Scotland, then back to Australia (working, briefly), then to Thailand, back to Australia (waiting far too long for a visa and a work permit), and now to the UAE — I’ve had a lot of experiences. Some jolly japes with mates, old and new, and pleasant encounters with people I’d not have otherwise met.
So there’s a lot to be grateful for. And a lot to be said about travelling to, and immersing oneself in, new places. But there’s always a feeling that I’m missing out on something by not being somewhere else.
There are a lot of questions, but not so many answers.
To be continued …
Happy that you´are an expatriate because that “condition” allowed me to find You (or found You – not very sure about the right way to write it) in Abu Dhabi!
You made my evenings full of memorable moments! Hugs from Argentina!
Thank you! Yes, I’m so blessed to have met wonderful people like you.