I used to think that moving from one country to another is what exacerbates the task of making friends as a busy adult. Now I realize it's my introversion, too.
I tolerated bullying and accepted ridiculous pay at my first journalism job. I thought I had no choice because I was a foreigner who needed a visa sponsorship.
When I lost a job because of my nationality, I understood you’re not entitled to global career dreams and wanderlust if you belong to the underclass of non-Western passport holders.
When I’m away from my mom, I'm used to not having her in my daily life. But when I see her and become accustomed to being with her every day, parting hurts. It feels like picking at the scab of a wound and making it bleed again.
I've forgotten my mother tongue and I feel like a different person when I switch languages. I thought I was a freak. Then I discovered these things are common.