I did moved away from the states a long time ago, for reasons other then political fear. I mean I was afraid of what the US was turning in to but not like it is today. Finding a way to immigrate is a lot harder then it looks, but the EU isn’t the only option. The second part is a lot harder then it sound and it some ways easier. Picking up a second language is easier in a country where everyone is already using it. The hardest part is getting most people to stop trying to practice their English on you and to let you practice you new language on them. And the fitting in isn’t that hard if you are honestly excited about it. Don’t grumble because this isn’t the way you’re used to doing it think of it as new chance to be part of the lucky 10,000 almost every day. But picking up your roots is harder then you think everyday I’m haunted by the fact I’ll never see my old friends and my family again except through a tiny screen, never hug them, never cry on their shoulder, hell never even have them understand what my day was like because they don’t understand all the cultural clues I do. I’ve lost frames of reference to my family and it’s not something I really expected or would have been able to understand if did. It’s weird / hard to have cultural gulfs between you and your family not to have a shared pool of reference.
I wish it was easier too, but I’m glad I did it every day.