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| A favorite view in Uganda |
Recently a friend posted an article on facebook that resonated with me in many ways. Here is the link for any who are interested:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/what-happens-when-you-live-abroad/
The article talks about the dissonance of living abroad- how we often talk about when we will move "back" with our other expat friends, and then find that moving back is complicated. The end of the article reads:
"So you look at your life, and the two countries that hold it, and realize that you are now two distinct people. As much as your countries represent and fulfill different parts of you and what you enjoy about life, as much as you have formed unbreakable bonds with people you love in both places, as much as you feel truly at home in either one, so you are divided in two. For the rest of your life, or at least it feels this way, you will spend your time in one naggingly longing for the other, and waiting until you can get back for at least a few weeks and dive back into the person you were back there. It takes so much to carve out a new life for yourself somewhere new, and it can’t die simply because you’ve moved over a few time zones. The people that took you into their country and became your new family, they aren’t going to mean any less to you when you’re far away.
When you live abroad, you realize that, no matter where you are, you will always be an ex-pat. There will always be a part of you that is far away from its home and is lying dormant until it can breathe and live in full color back in the country where it belongs. To live in a new place is a beautiful, thrilling thing, and it can show you that you can be whoever you want — on your own terms. It can give you the gift of freedom, of new beginnings, of curiosity and excitement. But to start over, to get on that plane, doesn’t come without a price. You cannot be in two places at once, and from now on, you will always lay awake on certain nights and think of all the things you’re missing out on back home."
That last part about lying awake on certain nights feels very true- often while I am going to sleep in the States, I think about the world waking up in Uganda and what is going on there. And while I was in Uganda I would count the time difference to the States and wonder what people were doing there.
I think having two homes can feel melancholy but is also enriching and stretching. It fits well with the quote I have on this blog that says people who have lived abroad are "magic creatures who always know there is another way".
| A favorite Stateside view |



























