On my trip back from my other country to Norway, I remembered something that happened when I studied, many years ago.
Some of the students were already mothers with young children, often frustrated with sharing their time between being a student and a mother.
Our psychology teacher tried to explain: "When you are home, you are feeling bad that you are not at school. When you are at school, you are feeling bad you are not with your children. The only time you feel some kind of peace, is sitting on the bus, going back and forth."
Having two countries is something like that.
So perhaps the only time one feels some kind of peace is sitting on a plane going from one country to the other?
Some of the students were already mothers with young children, often frustrated with sharing their time between being a student and a mother.
Our psychology teacher tried to explain: "When you are home, you are feeling bad that you are not at school. When you are at school, you are feeling bad you are not with your children. The only time you feel some kind of peace, is sitting on the bus, going back and forth."
Having two countries is something like that.
So perhaps the only time one feels some kind of peace is sitting on a plane going from one country to the other?
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