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The Leftover's

First, there were the Megs. These were middle-aged women with backgrounds unrelated to their current position. Meg's are on a last-ditch effort to find what feels good. In their minds, they are smoke shows and insatiable man-eaters. Neither enviable nor desirable, Megs works 10 months out of the year and travel to Europe for the remaining two. They never go home because there is nothing for them there. When they are not making up rules and regulations to inflate their sense of purpose, they are planning the same trip every year

Second, there were the Barbie's. At first glance a normal middle-aged woman. In other words, your text book teacher. More qualified than most, to the naked eye, Barbie's appear rational, intelligent and kind. Then after a few disagreements and circular conversations you realize Barbie's lives on a scale between Autism and Asperger's.

Finally, there were the leftovers. Expats who leave home to escape alcoholism, obesity or stupidity. Individuals that never got over a single moment in their lives and as such live to recreate that moment every day. In an attempt to clear their mind, they become suffocated by their very being. Eventually, these leftovers run home, worse than when they came.

What do they say about those who travel? That's right! You can't get away from yourself by moving to a new country. There's nothing to this and it makes no difference at all. Worse, they develop a sense of unfathomable sense of superiority. If you didn't know it you would think they were living in Stockholm, New York, or touching down in Sydney to start their new lives. All the places they were not. An assembly line of foreigners who come here to hide from the real world.

Lauren didn't want any "someone" to show her around she wanted Hannah to show her around. By now she's been updated on all the rumors and she was eager to have a few of her own. For anyone starting their adventure in an advanced city, the locals might as well be the Taliban. Fears they would've come to realize were as far as the truth as they were from home. A sad assumption considering theses they spend most of their time here wrongly looking for in other expats to show them their sacrifice was well worth it.

This brought Hannah back to her beloved locals. Here, a friend wasn't a friend in the traditional sense. You did not seek out friends who offer security and comfort. Instead, a friend was a gift you give yourself. If nothing else she could easily arrange a night of coffee and treats

with any number of women she works with. Granted, it would be slightly annoying to sit around listening to people speaking in a language she didn't understand. But the sweets and tidbits of gossip would make up for it.

She could message Faan and go over. There was also, Hadil, whose family was way less conservative than Faan's plus her brother was cute. Finally, there was Ranem if she wanted a migraine but someone to see a movie with. It wasn't Ranem fault that her husband was studying abroad, and she was raising 2 kids alone, but it wasn't Hannah's fault either. Aside from these options, she could do midnight yoga with a bunch of British expats from Oxford Seminars. Then there was always the mall if she felt like living dangerously.