There is something about expat life
that hardens a person.
No longer cushioned by the comfort of
family and longtime friends,
you have to endure the prickly company
of people you have nothing in common with.
So much time spent with people you do not love
so much distance between you and the ones you love most
proves a tough trial for the soft heart.
So you adapt
you lower your guard and your standards
and you learn to live in a moderate
yet tolerable state