To define the meaning of “expat” or “immigrant” it comes down to a period of time. Is it a pit-stop for a few years, or a permanent transition? It seems like the emphasis on these two adjectives is given more meaning than it should.
It’s like a big green sea that swells now and again there is nothing to do but ride out the waves of nausea inducing fear/paranoia that pools at the base of my stomach.
Being an expat spouse, who is raising a family at the same time, is incredibly hard…maybe even thankless. There is support out there it’s just about finding it.