From a chilly corner of Santiago airport, it’s easy to cast a critical eye back over my first “real” expat experience in Cusco. Three weeks of relaxing back into Australian slang and uncomplicated living stretch ahead of me, placing a cool strip of distance between life in Peru and life right now.
I thought I’d slip into expat life without trauma; a seasoned traveler, I’d passed months in foreign countries, comfortable and confident in the chaos and confusion of unfamiliarity. But something about life in Cusco threw me; I’ve never cried so often in my life.
I launched a series on my blog, interviewing other expats, hunting for clues, the answers to what I’d done wrong, why I felt so far from home in my new home. From the input of all the wonderful expats I’ve interviewed, I realized where I went wrong.