My wife and I have been talking about our immigrant experience. She’s moved more than I have; she’s much more experienced than I am in this. (I have spent long periods of time in many countries, but I never intended to settle down anywhere: until we got to San Francisco. So it is my first immigration rodeo.)
In comparison she’s done this in several continents, several times. I asked her how she dealt with the heartbreak. She said she puts all her lives into different buckets.
