Long-distance relationships are somewhat common among exchange students. If someone asks about your love life, and you tell them you’re in a long-distance relationship (LDR), they’re apt to respond with “Oh, that must be hard.” Fortunately for them, they have no idea. LDRs totally suck.
When people move to a new country there is usually a honeymoon period, in which everything seems perfect. This is often followed by a period of hating everything. After a number of months, there is the adjustment period, which I wrote about recently, during which one becomes familiar with, and accepting of, the country. Part of that process is acknowledging the flaws that you can’t change, and sometimes even seeing the good in them.
One in six American women has experienced attempted or completed rape in their lifetime.
Think about that.
Don’t think about it in the abstract. Think about it in terms of real people. When I call to mind six of the women closest to me, I can say for sure I know two of them have been raped. The others, I don’t know, because in American society, we don’t talk about these things.
Homesickness is one of the most awful parts of living abroad. Within a few months of moving to a new place, after the “honeymoon” period, you may experience an intense wish to be home, or at least to visit, and you may feel rejection from the country you have moved to.
It passes eventually however, and gradually contentment sets in. It’s a pleasant feeling when that comfortable stage begins.