Sometimes, living abroad can be an experience in cultural isolation. Despite the best efforts on everyone’s part, there are misunderstandings, misinterpretations, misconnections. It can get tiring, the thinking in other languages, the decoding of cultural cues, the deprogramming of absolute truths. Culture shock never really ends.
You get pensive. You start asking yourself and the universe: What’s the plan? What’s the goal? Why don’t I just get a real job and grow up already? But no one can really give you an answer and that questioning, and the fear behind it, becomes paralyzing – for a while – until somehow, you regain motivation through a conversation with a random stranger, the sudden memory of what you had originally wanted, or by simply waking up the next morning.
The key – the hardest part, then – is breaking through that paralysis.