As an expat, you are (likely) in another part of the world by choice. So going home is always possible. When you have a no-good-horrible-very-bad-day, the thought arises: I can just hit escape. And go home?
For me, I am usually happy in my chosen home of Pichilemu, Chile. But there are days when I question everything. In this chapter, I discuss failing as a digital nomad, and then my failed relationships with Chilean men.