As an expat, have you ever come back to your familiar hometown and seen it with foreign eyes? Living abroad changes how you see even the familiar. So here I am, back in Sneek, my hometown in the Netherlands
You decide to pull up stakes and move to France. Sell your house, buy another one. Ship all your stuff. You don’t know the country and you speak awful French. You are an idiot. How many ways can you drive yourself nuts?