Being an expat is hard sometimes. One of the hardest things aside from doctor’s visits and tax forms are friendships. Meeting people isn’t hard but forging a long-lasting bond can be. I have a decent amount of friends of very different social circles and on a regular basis, I don’t feel alone.
But then there these days when I miss seeing familiar faces, hanging out with someone I know for more than just a couple of months or a year. I miss my best friends from middle school, who know the real me. They know me as more than just the German girl, the grad student, or that girl who doesn’t eat meat. My friends from back then know my puberty struggles, know my childhood crushes, and know exactly where and how I grew up.