2,304 Words of "So You Think You Want to Expat"

and it's only a start

Shortly after I moved my cats to Belgrade—the definition of home, for me, being “where my cats are”—I received a wave of inquiries from friends in the US. There was some awful, horrific week in which there was a mass shooting every day. If I recall correctly, on one of those days, there were three mass shootings in progress simultaneously. The aforement…