Editor’s Note: This should have been published on Dec. 15, 2016. I was hella sick so never published it on the actual one-year anniversary of surrendering my status as an expatriate. Better late than never, right?
I was a writer. An animal rights activist. A digital nomad. But, most importantly, I was an expat. It was all-encompassing.
It was the one word which I felt the most closely connected to. The word which summed up my story in a pretty little package.