But here I am today facing much the same situation. A dear friend is going back to Canada with her family. I've known her four years and we've had great talks, sometimes commiserating, sometimes missing our home cultures, sometimes revelling in our new culture. Our kids played together and spoke Frenglish. We drank countless cups of tea together and enjoyed conversations about motherhood, travel and anything and everything. But those face-to-face conversations will become few and far between now. I know going back is the best thing for her and her family. But the selfish part of me wishes she could stay.
So I am not the first to say it, but being an expat means facing these moments. It means goodbyes and hellos and Skype sessions and international air transit that isn't always as glamorous as it seems. It means meeting new expats, welcoming them, getting to know them, and wishing them well if/when they go back. When you are my kind of expat, the kind who is here for the long-haul, you have to get used to it. You know people will come into your lives and enrich you and then they will go on to continue their journey elsewhere. And that you have to continue your own journey.
But as my other fellow expats have told me, the ones who are probably staying a good long while like me, we've (still) got each other. And if there is one thing being an expat has taught me, it's that distance doesn't mean that friendships and relationships with family will dwindle and fade away. You may have to work a little harder at it, be more creative, but good friends stay good no matter which time zone they are in.
So bon voyage to my expat friends! I know your wanderlust will bring you back in our neck of the woods sooner than you think. And as they say in French, "ce n'est qu'un au revoir!" (We're just saying, "see you later/soon"!)
I'd like to dedicate this post to all my friends, near and far, coming and going and staying. You are all dear to me!
