I shed a tear while reading this at a café. Thank you for sharing this, Ana.

Almost three years ago, I went on exchange to Finland for a year. Even though I was not alone (I had some university peers travel with me), my home in Argentina was awfully far.

Yes, everything is connected and you are one call away. My dad sometimes even mentioned that we would have better conversations now that I was away than when we were together at home.

However, there is this thing you feel, this fear that crawls in when you think "What will I do when something bad happens?"

At present, having returned to Argentina almost 2 years ago now, I'm thinking of returning to Europe. Something just tells me I need to go. Something tells me I need to leave the nest for good.

I'm scared of what I am resigning to by moving abroad. But I guess that is life.