The Life of an Expat?

A thought on what it means to be an expat.

This evening I went to a piano bar and I felt so connected with the movie Casablanca. There’s essentially no swing scene in Dubai, and hardly any respectable live jazz music. It’s a huge difference from NYC and a painful one for a guy who used to see live music a minimum of three times per week.

It helped me understand what Humphrey Bogart’s character must have been going through living in some random city as a sort of lonely expat. I’m not there yet, but I can see that sort of lifestyle creeping up on me. There must be amazing days and must be really hard ones too.
Going to a bar like that makes me miss home a bit; not that I’ve even been away that long, but it’s more the idea of being away for a long time that makes me expect to miss it and makes one wonder what kind of new spots you’ll find.