A list of rhetorical, pondering questions:

What price is love worth?

Would you give up your home, life as you know it, your career, your vocation (irrespective if it is working for you or not), would you give up your successes and failures, your friends, your books, your everything that sort of makes sense to you right now? Would you hand over your right to reside in a country that you have called home for 20 years? Would you hand it all over for love? Could you handle it? Would the weight threaten to crush your love? Could your love survive all of this loss?

How would you handle the grief, the disorientation of this loss of everything? Would you experience as a loss?

Add to all this financial instability, you have no powers, all your security nets are gone.

How would you handle this? Would you still trade it all for love? How would love change? Would it change?

update September 2022:

I have so much more to say about love, especially international love and the consequences of marrying abroad and losing one’s roots for love. Spoiler: I would do it again. But that does not mean that there is no suffering. A lot had to be sacrificed and this year I am losing my anchor in the world, the place where my bookshelves lived, the one root that kept me from floating away.