It’s official, I miss living abroad. I miss the friends that I made. I miss the food. I miss the lifestyle. I miss the music. I miss the relaxation. I miss the ability to travel. I miss the possibilities.
As I scroll through timelines and see people on fantastic trips I’m happy for them and a little sad for myself. I want to hop on a plane and go to Japan or New Zealand or back to the Maldives. Instead, I can only dream of going to Mexico or Jamaica. Now, don’t get me wrong; I’d love to go to Mexico or Jamaica but it won’t be so easy to just hop on a plane and go like it was in Doha. I miss living abroad. Read more