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.
Chelsea Fagan, “What Happens When You Live Abroad,” Thought Catalog,May 21, 2012
Which part of me is the one that’s feeling dirty about linking to something on Thought Catalog? And is it the same part of me that’s feeling even dirtier for relating to something on TC?