I'm a simple emigrant, and I don't need much to be happy

People often think that moving to another country is great, and that very fact will make you happy. But in reality, it’s far from that. Any move, even within the same city, is not the easiest undertaking. If you’re simply changing apartments, you have to go through and pack all your things, while you think ten times about the necessity of each of them in the new home. If you move away from your parents, then you also have to deal with the fact that a whole world of utility bills and all the cleaning supplies that used to appear in the home by themselves and were simply there opens up for you. Moving to another country is all of the above and more. For example, the airline luggage allowance means you’ll have to take only the essentials, hoping that you’ll mail the rest or come back for it, or buy new things once you’re there. The lack of basic understanding of where you can buy certain things can be googled easily, but how to find what you don’t even know what you’re looking for? Entering a new linguistic and cultural environment where you try not to do anything unnecessary, because “what if it’s offensive?” In my view, moving to another country is like money: it’s good if you need it to achieve a grand goal, it’s good when it’s only a means. And it’s very bad when it’s the goal itself. Here, as they say, you can go anywhere, but everywhere you’ll be “with yourself,” and that’s the main idea. Wherever you are, try to live in a way that makes you and those around you feel good and comfortable. Whether it’s Russia, Germany, or Singapore, it doesn’t matter. Because being geographically located by itself doesn’t make you happy. #emigrant_happiness