Sometimes, I like living in a country where I don’t speak the language and where people who do speak it are few are a far between.

It appeals to my introverted side.

I liken it to living in a bubble. And sure, it’s more complex than that but, really, most of the time I’m ok with it. After, 8 years of it. It’s my normal.

And the people who do speak my language are typically, almost exclusively, the people that I work with. And if those are my people, that’s great. And sometimes they are. And often, they never stay long.

And that’s really hard, sometimes.