When Being Abroad Sucks

Yesterday, up until about 18:00, was one of the best days I've had here. The sun was shining; I was enjoying being in Europe. I even thought to myself, "I could see myself living here one day." 

But when my dad told me about a death in the family, the hard reality of being an ocean away from home hit me hard. Due to the unusual circumstances, I'm not flying back, but I still wish I could be there. I wish I could be there to support my family members who were hit the hardest. I wish I could be there to talk about what happened. I hope this doesn't happen again.

I haven't really talked with anyone here yet.

I spent 20 years building up a community in the USA. Leaving it behind for this adventure isn't without consequences.