The strangest thing people do after you leave the United States is not usually dramatic — it’s more subtle.
It’s not as if people argue with you when you speak with them or criticize your decision. But there’s absolutely something happening beneath the surface in many of the conversations you have after moving abroad.
The questions stop. Not just about your new home, but about you — about things that would’ve invited follow-ups and check-ins if you were still living in the U.S.
Not everyone does this. And the ones who do don’t do it all at once.
Some people move on from you because that’s what people do — it’s expected. Friends become acquaintances. Acquaintances become people you used to know. Distance does what distance does.
This makes sense, but only to a certain extent.
Because, in my experience, having left home in 1995 — on the verge of 20 — I spent the next 30 years of my life living away from home. During this time, my relationship to family and friends changed in many ways, but — at its core — it largely stayed the same.
Moving abroad appears to have changed everything
I’m an overthinker. So this might be an unfair example, but it keeps bothering me.
The other day, I mentioned to someone close to me that I hurt my back in an exercise class and was taking it easy for a few days. Normally, this would have triggered a follow-up call the next day. Instead, nothing — not even follow-up questions on the call where I mentioned my back.
It could be that they’re simply dealing with their own life, as all of us are. It could also be that they still measure proximity in miles even though we live in a world where actual physical distance matters less.
In their mind, because I’m farther away, I’m further away.
It’s a small thing. But it fits a pattern. When I call, the response almost feels like —oh, it’s you, calling from that life over there. The one who left, then left again.
When you don’t choose the life people expected for you, they don’t always know what to do with your experience.
I felt this type of thing long before I moved to Spain.
Working-class Gen X kids might get it.
The people around you rooted for your success. Your parents wanted you to do better than they did — which, as it turns out, was probably more like do exactly what they did.
What everybody really wanted for you was to go out into the world, then come back, and replicate their success by living the American dream in your hometown or within easy driving or flying distance.
They wanted a trophy to place safely on the mantle — a badge of honor and affirmation. They wanted you to go out into the world, but not so far that your life stopped validating theirs.
So it’s not merely the act of moving abroad. That’s the lens only because my wife and I moved to Spain nearly two years ago. Right now, it’s particularly relevant to my life and work.
For many of us who veered from the script, abroad might as well be California if you grew up in the South, Midwest, or Northeast.
Or pursuing an advanced degree. Or reading a book. Or eating sushi.
Anything that challenges the assumptions people inherited and the experiences they’re comfortable with because they’ve never had much reason to question them.
This is not some conscious thing. In fact, the subtlety is the point.
Although I heard close variations of this shortly after I left home as a young adult, nobody has to say, you think you’re better than us now. The feeling comes through when they stop asking what daily life is actually like.
At some point, to them, even ordinary details start to sound like criticism: that I don’t need a car because I walk or bike everywhere. That public life here actually exists — and happens naturally, day and night, without the same need to look over your shoulder. That so many things Americans treat as inevitable — daily hostility, isolation, low-quality food, dead streets, the exhaustion of getting anywhere — feel far less inevitable after you live somewhere else.
This isn’t bragging — it’s just the illustration of a new baseline, a new reality on quality of life that many Americans have trouble processing. Even the ones who “get it” — the ones who travel and think the United States needs to change — often discount what you’re saying as if you’re exaggerating. When they encounter what you’re relaying firsthand — on vacation — they often instinctively characterize it as “weird,” rather than different.
The general attitude feels something like: it’s great that you’re seeing the world and experiencing a different way of living — as long as you don’t come back with empirical conclusions.
I don’t feel especially wounded that some people don’t know what to do with the fact that my wife and I moved to another country.
I expected this — and even experienced it before we left.
A full life costs you things.
Proximity, familiarity, and the comfort of being easily understood might be the top three. But I’ve never been willing to trade a fuller life for geographic closeness, routine, and the same conversations forever.
I left because I wanted more life, not less.
And part of wanting more life is accepting that not everybody will be fully onboard, let alone curious.
That’s fine.
Getting the most out of the years I have on this planet was always going to require tradeoffs — sometimes uncomfortable ones.
If that sounds like criticism to some people, I can live with that.



Having formerly lived abroad for 10 years, I remember this feeling very much. My wife and I put it down more to envy, people were jealous we lived a more exciting life than them (those who cut ties or simply never visited us despite initial close ties) and they had never had the guts to move abroad and kinda regretted it. Some people I was less close to became closer friends because instead they became interested in my experience, in what it meant to live elsewhere and live a different life.
And to reply, sort of to A. M. Haus, I'm not from North America, so no, it's not just US culture, it's certainly at least Western culture, if not universal.
"you think you’re better than us now"
I'm in the process (early) of moving abroad and I've gotten this from family. I'd liken it to crabs in a bucket pulling one back in when it starts to crawl out. It isn't something I can explain to people who are ok with staying. Every little way life in the Midwest eats away at your soul and makes you existential.