February in Boston is especially tough. Wish I was home.

Expat Teacher Man

Each summer, before returning to Asia, I have to say goodbye to my parents. It is an awful ritual. It is increasingly difficult as the years go on. This summer was nothing short of torturous in that my mom and dad are struggling so mightily to live. It kills me to see them in pain.

I wrestle with self-centeredness, by balancing the thought of my mom and dad’s exceedingly dwindling quality of life versus my need to learn from them and enjoy their company. I am often times needing to tell them that I have a really good life and that I am happy. Each year, I find myself playing the loser’s game of wishing that I might see my parents just one more summer. I find myself wondering if I am living a life of meaning if I cannot even take care of my own parents’ basic needs…

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  1. Thank you for sharing this. In my aspirations to go abroad, this is one piece that makes me very nervous.

    • Amanda

      Feel free to use me as a resource. I’ve been overseas for over ten years. Happy to help.

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