the downside of moving abroad is the possibility that you leave without actually enriching your life at all. it seems crazy, it seems so counterproductive to the entire idea of choosing to live abroad in the first place, but can’t it happen? what if you spend months trying to love a place and all it does is scare you into creative silence and emotional separateness? what if all you do is flounder?
I don’t know expect anyone to understand what I’m trying to say because I hardly do. four months and yet I still can’t find one honest word.
Buenos Aires, Argentina