That evening my wife found me lying on the floor in the living room. Hands tossed aside, gaze unfocused, my breathing heavy. Lying next to me, she gently put her arms around me. “What happened”, she asked. “I think I’m having a panic attack”, I told her. It was the first of many.
Continue reading “The Breakdown of an Immigrant Brain – My Neurotic, Year-long Journey to a Life Without a Country”How We Traveled as a Family for 2 Years in Latin America, While Working 8 to 5
If someone would tell me a few years ago that I would travel for 2 years with my wife and our preschooler in Latin America, all the way from Mexico to Patagonia, I wouldn’t believe them. That’s just not something we planned, or even dreamed about.
Continue reading “How We Traveled as a Family for 2 Years in Latin America, While Working 8 to 5”After 18 Months on the Move in Latin America, The Disorientation Sets In
One weekend, about a month after coming to Lima, we took a taxi to the city center. Sitting in the front seat, I was looking out the window. One, two-floor houses with colorful facades and armatures springing from the roofs, always ready to accommodate another floor. Fences painted with the names of politicians running in upcoming or past elections.
Suddenly, I couldn’t recognize where I was. Continue reading “After 18 Months on the Move in Latin America, The Disorientation Sets In”
Dear Expat, So Where is Your Home?
Ever since we left our familiar life in Israel, and moved to the Аmerican continent, we haven’t stayed long in one place. Six months living in Vancouver, five months in Mexico, two months in the heat and rain of Nicaragua and Costa Rica, four months in Colombia, followed by Ecuador and Peru. One of the things I have been enjoying most about this nomadic lifestyle is the sense of living in the present. Gone are the days of planning holidays, vacations, next career steps. In a few days we’ll pack our bags again and head to Chile. How long are we going to stay there? I don’t know, and that’s what I love about it. Continue reading “Dear Expat, So Where is Your Home?”
The Unexpected Side Effects of Traveling Slow
For the first time in my life I don’t have a physical home to return to. All the stuff that I ever owned is either in my suitcase, at my parents house or sold and given away. For 6 months now I don’t pay any monthly bills. I don’t have long-term rental contracts. I don’t receive spam calls – an unexpected benefit of changing the sim card every now and then. Continue reading “The Unexpected Side Effects of Traveling Slow”