It's A Quiet Thing When Your Heart Breaks. I Thought It Would Be Loud, ... I Thought It Would Drown Everything

It's a quiet thing when your heart breaks. I thought it would be loud, ... I thought it would drown everything else out. But it happened like a whisper. © Not mine

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the dichotomy between the "immigrant" (someone from the global south who moves to the north) and the "expat" (someone from the global north who moves to the south) makes me feel fucking crazy. a white person who moves to asia is an expat but an asian who moves to the west is an immigrant. & how those terms are politicized and assigned class statuses, like the word "immigrant" tends to imply a blue collar worker (even if that isn't the case) while "expat" implies a white collar worker. the associations with "expat neighbourhoods" in asian countries is very very different from those of "immigrant neighbourhoods" in western nations. also how "immigrants" who dont assimilate are seen as "failing" and bad, lower class, a burden on society, etc. whereas "expats" not assimilating into local culture is expected and viewed as a sign of their higher status. the double standards are so insane

Is it weird I can imagine them doing actually doing this?

Sometimes your mother tongue isn't always a home,sometimes your childhood place isn't always your wish. Sometimes home resides somewhere far,outside these barriers,of time,age, and languages. And it's okay.