I had been living with my parents in Greece until I was 22? Was it always easy? Definitely not. This is why at first I thought moving to the Netherlands with my boyfriend in search of a better life would be ok.
Well… It isn’t.
I miss hugging my parents.
Being there for them. I can see their faces on the phone screen when we talk and how much they miss me too. It breaks my heart.
I miss hanging out with my friends.
Moving to a new country means not having a group of friends anymore. Of course you can still communicate with them but it’s not the same. You are constantly watching them do things without you. And you can only wish you were there.
I miss my routine.
Moving to a European country I never realised the cultural difference I was about to experience. Food, people, places. Everything is different. Losing the simple things that used to bring me joy has taken a huge toll on me. Getting coffee with my dad in the mornings. Ordering souvlaki in the evenings. Small things that I had not realised how important they were to me.
Moving far away and building a life away from the people you love is not easy. A lot of days I wish I hadn’t. But I have and I cannot ignore the reasons for which I did.
Was it the right thing? Remains to be seen.
Any advice on how to survive the craziness that is my life is definitely welcome.