"When I moved to Europe four years ago for my master's degree, I did so under the assumption that I'd return to Canada as soon as I finished school. I was so sure of this plan that I sublet my apartment in Canada to a friend. To this day, most of my furniture and boxes of clothes are locked away in the building's basement. Fate had other plans, though. During my last semester in Germany, I fell in love with a German man."
"My mom and I are close; we've even been compared to the "Gilmore Girls." Back in Canada, we lived down the street from each other. We'd go for walks, grab coffee multiple times a week, and binge-watch TV series in the evenings. The move to Europe was a rude awakening for both of us. From navigating a nine-hour time difference to being unable to go for an impromptu Starbucks stroll on a Sunday morning, we struggled with our new reality."
When I moved to Europe four years ago for my master's degree, I expected to return to Canada after finishing school and sublet my apartment there. Most of my furniture and clothes remain locked in the building basement. During my last semester in Germany I fell in love with a German man and stayed in a small town. The hardest part of life in Europe is distance from friends and family, especially my mom. We were very close in Canada, living down the street, walking, grabbing coffee, and binge-watching TV. To cope with separation anxiety we began traveling together to a new bucket-list location each year. My mother is retired and usually pays; we are compatible travel buddies who enjoy planning trips.
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