If you’re an ex pat or if you just like a bit of self-pity every now and then, I have a brilliant way to really wallow in your homesickness/sadness. It involves downloading Google Earth and re-visiting your previous homes, schools, work places. In fact anywhere that brings back happy memories. If you really want to feel sad look up the old addresses of your long dead grandparents. Preferably the houses that you spent lazy hazy summer days as children. Just a glimpse at that rose garden or the rusty swing set should have you welling up. You can’t beat a bit of misery and self-absorption every now and then. Go on, try it, you’re tempted as you roll your eyes.
Expats by definition live in limbo; always wondering if it’s better back where you came from. Memories weed out reality and real life is all reality and no dreamy memories.
Case in point: As my old home is blanketed in snow I am looking out at blue sky and palm trees and yet I am longing for home. Everyone in the UK is dreaming of blue skies and I fancy some shivering, wet white stuff. I must be mad, or living in Israel, or both.