• Liza B.

The citizen of the world: Being an International Student

Updated: Mar 15, 2019

When I’m asked where my home is I usually say something like “I’m a citizen of the world”, but the truth is it’s not about the place, never.

Sunset on a lake, Boston
Boston, MA

It’s about the people, about those you care for and those who care for you. So my home is anywhere I have these people. They say your home is where your heart is, and my heart is all over the place.

Although being ‘a citizen of the world’ sounds romantic and somewhat exciting, it is not always so. There are times when you have this feeling like you just don’t belong, like everyone is against you, like there is not enough of this ‘special something’ in you to make it. I feel that way sometimes, like I’m in this constant battle - me against the world!

The expectations are high, the pressure is unbearable, the circumstances are often against you - that’s one way of looking at it. However, I choose the other one - where you look back and see all the small battles that were won, all the obstacles that were broken through; when you look at your day and find a moment a stranger smiled at you, or someone asked you for directions or maybe you gave advice to a friend. These moments and these experiences give me confidence in that if I once won, I can do it a million times more. If I contributed to making someone’s day, I might as well fight whatever comes my way, as long as I can make a difference.

Every time I’m called a Russian spy these days I laugh and say something like «shh, they are watching», and every time it makes me realize that yes, I’m not from here, but it doesn’t mean I don’t belong 💙




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