It is always the plan. I know my mother wanted more for me than she had had herself, professionally, romantically, economically and everything-ally. And I have spent my life trying to make that happen, especially since she died sixteen years ago.
What is it like to wake up alone on the other side of the world, with only your sense of self for company? What kind of confidence do you gain from meeting strangers, perhaps those who don't even speak your language, but still finding a common ground and a joke to share?