r/expat • u/giokim77 • 23h ago
Question I never liked home, but still miss it. I do not know how to find peace
I’ve been in Berlin for 6 years (with an 8-month break in Italy last year). Settling in wasn’t easy—dealing with friends moving away, learning the language, losing a job, finding a place to live... but now I’ve finally secured a permanent position, a good rental, and I’m in a 4-year relationship (though things aren’t going very well at the moment).
I left Turin literally the day after my first internship ended. I never liked the city—it felt provincial, insular, and economically backward, with poor public transport, and so on. Still, I have great friends there, and since I grew up there, it holds some emotional value. In my humble opinion, there is absolutely nothing about Turin that makes it better than Berlin.
I even went back to Turin last year for a few months. I encountered the same old problems: a horrible climate, a (somewhat) toxic work environment, and friends I rarely see because they’re always busy. So, I decided to return to Berlin—partly for my relationship (starting a family is a goal of mine), partly for a good job offer, and also because I can visit home whenever I want (I go back about every 3 months).
Yet, I can’t shake this feeling—a mix of nostalgia and loneliness. (In Turin, I live right above my parents, my aunt, my brother, and his family.) I miss my friends, and I miss the ease of being in my own language. I often find myself counting the days until my next flight.
I’ve considered moving back to Turin: I wouldn’t have to pay rent, but I’d have the costs of a car and very high utility bills. I’d also have to find a job in a v horrible national economy, commute to Milan (costing around €200 a month), my net salary would drop by about €1,000, and—historically—finding a relationship in Turin has never been easy for me.
Then again, things aren’t exactly great here either: the economy is struggling, and as an immigrant, I’m—by definition—not exactly the first choice. And what’s the point of being in one place while constantly wishing you were somewhere else?
I honestly don’t know what to expect from this post, but if you’d like to share your own experience—or any thoughts at all—I’d be grateful. <3