My first experience living in a different country was when I was 13 years old and my parents moved us from England to the South of France…
I spent the first few months crying in the back of the classroom because everything was *so* different and I didn’t understand what my teachers and classmates were saying. It was… awful. 3 years later, I successfully graduated middle school and spent the summer laughing with my French friends in the River Dordogne.
Since then, I’ve lived long-term in the USA, Thailand, Australia, and now Canada!
Even though there are plenty of crap days and emotional turmoil when you move abroad, I think I will always crave that feeling of being uprooted.
Because there is no better way to experience the world and its different cultures than jumping head-first into them! And the best part is, you are pushed so far out of your comfort zone that you discover entirely new parts of yourself and you find a strength that you never even knew was there.
It is all worth it in the end ❤️