When describing the expat life, wiser writers than I have discouraged it. To be an expat is an eternal sense of bittersweet. There are people, places, things, and ideas that I miss no matter what country I happen to lay my head.
Long haul flights take on a different form for a chronic expat. The first time I flew westbound across the Pacific, I was definitely leaving home. The first time I flew back to America, I was probably coming home. On my ensuing flights, the grey area has been absolute. I am simply flying from A to B, both leaving and arriving, neither leaving nor arriving. To be an expat is to be at home everywhere and nowhere.
There is not a country in the world in which I can use all of my technology without the aid of plug adapters. More importantly, there is no land in which I don’t terribly miss people on the other side of the ocean.
Tomorrow will be one of those crazy expat days. A day of beginnings, endings, and continuations. A day spent in international waters and international airports. Two full days will pass during two long flights.
To those I am leaving behind – I will miss you, and I hope to see you soon. In a country with ubiquitous wifi, I will never be far. To those I will see on the other side, I can’t wait to see you again. Again.