There comes a time in every expat’s life when you start to question your decision about leaving ‘home’ (however abstract that is of a concept). Perhaps not at first when you still love everything new and are ready for adventure after arriving in a new host country. But then after a while, you slowly start to compare new to the comforts of old (why are people here so nice/rude/rushed/different from what I am used to? Where are my baby carrots that I need for my weekly dose of hummus which I also can’t seem to find?!).

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