The story of a foreigner
Being a foreigner
is not for everyone
Leaving home, roots, comfort, past
Everyone says it must be hard
what they don't understand
is leaving home
to the other side of the world
means entering freedom
Nausea
Freedom is having endless possibilities
and not knowing what to do with any of them
it’s constant uncertainty
of the unknown
the next steps
I cannot keep up with the evolution of those who stay
and those who stay cannot keep up with my evolution
and that is, in simple terms, the biggest struggle
of being
a foreigner
A mismatch of my past and present
I was born in a community of people
warmth
friendships
the more I come back
the less I connect
The more years outside of my roots
the harder to feel like I
belong
to a community
a group
a culture
Everyone comes and goes
No one settles
Loneliness becomes the protagonist of the story as a
foreigner
Becoming masters of solitude suddenly becomes
of the most important skills
for survival
and I simply feel like
I’m drowning on my own
