While visiting DC last summer, we caught up with our friends T and C, a couple that we met during our days in Kuala Lumpur. They had us over to their cozy, art-filled apartment for dinner, and that dinner reminded me so much of why I missed Kuala Lumpur. The major difference between living in Kuala Lumpur and Charleston, for us at least, is that while we were overseas, friends seemed a lot easier to make, and our bonds with them seemed to cement almost overnight.
I’ve talked about this phenomenon at length with other repatriated expats, and I think we agree that when overseas, being detached from the usual support network of friends, colleagues and family means that everyone reaches out more readily to forge new connections. It’s amazing to me that, 18 months after leaving Kuala Lumpur, I’m still regularly in contact with the friends we made there.