Letters from an expat

From an expat

Real letters about rebuilding yourself elsewhere. Written in the open, addressed to the people living it right now.

Dear trailing spouse, it's not you

You gave up a job, a role, a city — and no one is asking what it cost you. You're allowed to grieve it, and to rebuild.

You didn't move to Paris. You moved away from everything you were. Let me tell you what I wish I'd known at the airport.

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