I know people who left their homes and moved to other lands because they really had no other choice. I wonder if I could ever have been one of them. Sure, I left all I knew when I was 22 and moved to Japan with no job, no contacts and a less-than-sure grasp of the language, but I always knew I had a ticket back home if I needed it. Sometimes I wonder if having had the safety net makes it all less valid somehow.
To what extent does growing up with privilege negate a person's accomplishments? Or is that just another way I find to tear myself down?
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