Had my last night out in my adopted country before flying back to my native country to spend time with my terminally ill mom. She passed away in November. I’ve just spent 4 months clearing her place and only need to finalise a few financial things before I can return to my adopted home.
Having spent almost a year in my old country, I’ve realised I feel more part of the new country than the old. It’s my home now. I’ll probably never return to my old country again because I’ve nothing to go back for. I’m excited and hoping my next birthday will be at home.