tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496921101495994147.post6296244655558671012..comments2024-02-25T12:43:33.597-06:00Comments on Seeking Claire-ity: The Transience of Expat LifeClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295449109179572779noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496921101495994147.post-68107572110335431902015-07-31T15:18:44.781-05:002015-07-31T15:18:44.781-05:00Couldn't have said it better.Couldn't have said it better.pirshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07381753226983131591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496921101495994147.post-18929812350543758812015-07-28T15:54:32.162-05:002015-07-28T15:54:32.162-05:00Your last sentence is so true, Claire. Even those...Your last sentence is so true, Claire. Even those of us who've lived in pretty much the same place all our lives experience that impermanence; people move on to new schools, new jobs, new life stages, all of which makes you new people who sometimes grow apart. And when you are my age you have experienced the impermanence of those you love dying--that ultimate impermanence. It's more intensified when you are an expat, to be sure--but even if you were back in Omaha, the impermanence is part of the human condition. Perhaps the plus side of your experience is you have learned that faster and earlier, and maybe as a result you savor and appreciate the experiences and people in your life that much more. Just something to think about.Milly Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06694808304354395498noreply@blogger.com