You're trying to book a flight home. Kayak's advice is to buy. It always tells you to buy.

You always tell people "I'm new here" when you meet them, even though you've been here for... for... how long have you been here?

You can't find your favorite shirt. It must be in your other closet, in your home country. Several months later, you go back to your home country. You still can't find the shirt.

Your visa will expire soon. Your visa will always expire soon.

Every time you chat with a friend from home, you both say you'll Skype soon. You never do.

You kept your phone plan when you moved. Your data plan works where you live now. You go back to your home country and it doesn't work. You can't figure out why.

You live out of your suitcase, literally. It's snug, but you fit, and it's cheaper than rent.

The only word you know in your new country's language is "coffee." It's okay, though. That's the only one you need to know.

Somebody asks you for your address. You don't know which one they mean. Somehow you put down all of them.

You call to start your visa renewal process. Confused, the government worker on the phone tells you your visa doesn't expire for two years. You check again. They're right.

McDonald's is everywhere. Everywhere. Please, Ronald, just leave me alone, you silently plead as you turn a street corner. There's another McDonald's straight ahead.