There is a natural rhythm to life abroad. Sometimes happy, sometimes not. Sometimes ambitious and eager to embrace the next challenge, sometimes less so. Sometimes there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, sometimes most other places would be nice. Yesterday’s accomplishments seemed so grand the moments before their passing. Much to my chagrin I am gently reminded–yet again–that happiness doesn’t come from such things.
While I’m fortunate to be somewhat genetically disposed to happiness, the rhythm of cross-cultural living–and perhaps life in general–exempts no one from its ups and downs. There is silent assurance, however, that the rhythm continues…
I love you all,