It’s taken me nearly two months to be able to write about this. I’m not sure which is more pathetic… the actual story, or the fact that I couldn’t even bring myself to share it until now.
Rule #1 of moving abroad: Only the strong survive, never show weakness. Family and friends at home expect you to embrace your youthful freedom and love your “adventure of a lifetime”. Your new colleagues will wonder how well you’re settling in. The locals will stare down your North Face jacket as if it’s striped and starred red, white and blue. Basically, weakness is not a good look for an expat.
So when I moved to New Zealand six weeks ago, I made sure to pack my big girl pants in every colour. (I knew those turquoise jeans are my only chance at winning the homesickness hunger games.)
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