It’s the great conundrum of expat life, to constantly ask yourself whether it’s all worth it. Is it worth meeting all these new people, knowing you will fall in love with some and knowing that you will have to say goodbye?
It’s the great conundrum of expat life, to constantly ask yourself whether it’s all worth it. Is it worth meeting all these new people, knowing you will fall in love with some and knowing that you will have to say goodbye?