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My fifth back to school

The 28 of August 2019, I landed in Kuwait for the fifth year in a row. As an expat, I feel like I am living smalls movings every summer. Every time I leave France to go to Kuwait, my suitcase is full and my heart a bit heavy. But I am also super excited and I can’t wait to be back in my flat.

Happy to drive my car in the streets I know, happy to be back in my routine. But this year, it was different. Let me tell you why.

Friendships when you live abroad

In the beginning, I wanted to talk about departures. How do you deal with it ? How do you protect yourself from it ? And… impossible for me to write about it. Because… you can’t deal with it and you can’t protect yourself from it. You just get used to it. But I often talked about friendships with my friends in France and my family. Even if the friends I’ve met here. What kind of friendships do you create when you live abroad ?

The guilt of the expat’

There is a huge marketing when it’s about being an expatriate, traveling and all this life abroad. You just have to check the Instagram account of travelers and all the video on YouTube. Emotional music and strong pictures recorded with the last GoPro. It’s easy to find an online training that will tell you what you have to do to make any beaches as your office. To leave for a life abroad means that you are brave, curious and open-minded. You are lucky because you live abroad. But why nobody never talks about the bad side of the expatriation?

How to deal with the blues of the expatriate ?

Most of the time, expatriation is seen as a dream. We always take about expatriation in dreams country. Finish the life in small cities and hello life in villas next to the sea side ! Apparently, expatriation is synonymous of parties without ending and chilling as much as you can. However, nobody talks about one of the hardest part of the expatriation : the blues of the expatriate. So, what is this ?

And you ? How long will you stay ?

When I arrived in Kuwait, I met a french guy. We became friends and four months later, he left. It was the first time of my life I had to deal with the fact that someone I liked had to leave. Not the first time of my life. But the first time since I was living alone in a country without any friends. He was a sort of anchor for me, he was my “Thanks-God-I-am-not-alone” person and he left. Just like this. And then, after, I realized I had to deal with the leavings.