While I celebrate the moments of happiness frequently, as a disabled MST PTSD survivor I have concluded I am not the plant which needs firm roots. I go where “go” and chance takes me.
It’s taken me through so much. Totally would elaborate but too much space here.
No matter what ailment, disorder, fame, affliction (same), WE are an effing Tough species. Well, you youth…need more helmets.
Btw, "expat"is just short for migrants and/or immigrants. The British love their charming words with syllables chanting of Shakespearean references and other overly- meticulous wastes of breath. Let’s not talk about Churchill and his love of mapping…