The excitement of getting away can build for as long as you’re planning or saving for the trip itself. But what happens once you’re in the mad dash to find all of your belongings, stuff them and the souvenirs into your bags (and still keep them under the weight limit), and get checked out on time and in a taxi/etc to the airport on time, and checking in and boarding to go home?
Are you excited about seeing people you’ve missed, or are you dreading the experience of having to go home? Have you fallen in love with the place you’ve visited, and find yourself madly checking the local papers, etc, for jobs and houses to rent?
I’ve never lived abroad. But I want to…