This line really speaks to the fluidity of identity, especially when living abroad.

It’s like the longer we spend away from home, the more those strict definitions start to blur, and we find ourselves balancing between worlds.

Adjusting to a new culture means you’re constantly re-evaluating parts of yourself and realizing that what you once thought was essential may not be as permanent as you believed.

It’s a bit freeing, and strange, when you catch yourself craving something local over something you grew up with.

Thanks for sharing!