The struggles of my expat life

Today, I wanted to share with you some thoughts of mine about my life as an Expat.

Being an Expat is such a delicious and also terrible experience. Once you have left your own country, you kind of lose your identity. I don’t see myself as a Dane but the strange thing is that I don’t see myself as a French anymore too. When I travel back to France, I can feel that it’s not working and I miss Denmark, which is my country now. But I love being in France, hearing French everywhere, and being able to understand everything. We have the same code, the same kind of humor, the same references. And it’s so comfortable.

I love to write but it has been difficult to rely on a specific language lately. Sometimes, I only want to jump back into my mother tongue. But the thing is being an expat makes it difficult for me. I feel that I don’t have a comfort zone anymore. I think in English, I think in Danish, I think in French and I mix every language without knowing which one I’m using.

This summer it will be seven years since we decided to move to Denmark. I love this beautiful country, the way of life, and all the beautiful opportunities we have here as a family. But I will never be one of them, neither will I be one of the French any more. I’m somewhere in the middle, flying without any roots in the ground. But what I’ve discovered is that now, my roots are inside of me, they are everywhere, as I am.