No one talks about it, you know that moment in the airport. I'm not talking about the time when you are with your family heading for the best summer, seeing your family for the next three months. I meant the opposite of that actually, the time when you are coming back from that awesome summer break.
What do they call us again? emigrant, evacuee, exile, refugee ... expatriates. No one talks about us, oh wait they do. We are those lucky people that got to leave our home country for good, and have the best life ever. Well, we probably did and we are thankful for it but no one talks about what comes with it. No one talks about what we miss on.
They don't know the feeling that hits us the moment we leave for the airport. Life goes on still, for both sides. I mean you get over the feeling eventually. However, we aren't as lucky as you all think.
