Some friends of my friends live in UK and Indonesia. They come to UK to work for 1-2 months a year, and the rest of the time they live (and quite well) in Indonesia. With the 1-2 months income. Of a temporary job. It sure sounds more living than living 11 months a year in UK and spending a few weeks with British turist is some turist trap.

Some friends live in Italy and elsewhere. Work some months in somewhere else in Europe where you can find a real job and be paid for the job, then turn home and try to enjoy your family.

Some live in UK and turn to their home where ever (on Earth) that is every now and then. And so on.

Most of them (us) seem to have a division and more flexibility. Some still hate saying goodbye. It still hurts when you go away the 47th time and leave your love where he/she is for a month or three months or years. Especially when you are uncertainn of what will happen to you, whether you manage to find the paradise for you that believed in.. some still cry on the plane. Block themselves, kill the lonelyness in a work that takes 70 hours a week .. The first time going away is the worst, and the second worst (sometimes the worst) is coming back... going and coming more and more times it becomes easier, but the division always stays.

Switching between countries that have the same language (e.g. Spanish or English) it is though a lot easier than on countries that have different languages. Even being fluently bilingual there is the switch. For me it hits after the first week in the country. The first seven days are easy, then I start to forget what I was saying in the middle of the phrase. That lasts for a week. A second shock may come after roughly three weeks (Why isn't anything working here? Why do they drive on the left side of the street, it turns me nuts..) - after that the major shock is only being back where ever I have been before. And seeing people that knew me from 'before' and that I notice have grown light years apart from me (or was it me that has grown light years from them?).

There will be always shocks in the life. More of them when your life is bi-cultural, pluri-cultural, when you are living in more than one country (or continent), when your family is compound, when you can be uncertain at some point where your home is. Or when you know where your place, home is, and you are forced to go away for whatever reason for a long time. It is life too. Just adapt to it, just live.. live today, find a reason to smile every day, no matter where you are.

The worst possible way I could imagine of dieing is being 80 + years old and dieing with the remote control in my hand, thinking "when I was young, I should have gone somewhere or done something". You only live once, or even if you live more than once, you still have to start from zero.. If you want to go somewhere, go.