INTJ Repatriation: Why Coming Home Feels Like Exile
Your taxi pulls away from the airport. The street signs are in your native language. You recognize the chain stores,…
Your taxi pulls away from the airport. The street signs are in your native language. You recognize the chain stores,…
The recruiter’s email arrived at 4:47 PM on a Friday: “Shanghai office needs someone who can hit the ground running….
The flight attendant announced our descent into Chicago, and I felt my stomach tighten in a way that two years…
Six months after returning from Berlin, I sat in a coffee shop three blocks from my childhood home and felt…
Landing at the airport after three years working overseas, I expected relief. What I got instead was a suffocating sense…
The customs officer barely glanced at my passport before waving me through. I’d spent four years building systems in Singapore,…