Being an expat is the easy part, being good at it – not so ‘all in your stride’ straightforward.
I’ve just arrived back in Hong Kong, bleary-eyed from an overnight flight with a two year old (say no more) and feeling a little bit, well, empty.
It’s been six months since I was home, the longest period since my ‘stint’ as an expat began. So far I’ve been lucky enough to get home on a pretty regular basis, but two and a half years into this mad Asian adventure, saying ‘goodbye’ doesn’t get any easier.
It’s the quiet drive to the airport, everyone lost in their own world.
Here we go again – brace yourself, don’t cry – smile, make light-hearted banter, pretend you’ll be back in no time and they’ll be none the wiser you’ve even gone, lost in translation somewhere over the Orient.
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