Moving from South America to Europe and back again completely broke my brain about what "luxury" and "poverty" actually mean.

Posted by CoffeeMan392@reddit | expats | View on Reddit | 597 comments

I'm from South America and I lived in France for a decade. The experience re-wired my entire concept of wealth.

I grew up in a place where power cuts were normal. You'd keep a coin on some ice in the freezer just to know if your food was safe to eat.

In France, I saw people obsessing over smart fridges, and I just thought, "The real luxury is not having to know the coin trick at all."

I was baffled by their "luxuries": precise ovens (we used high/medium/low), air fryers (we used a pan), and their disgust for "ugly" vegetables.

But the thing that I can't get over is the food. I missed the cheap, amazing avocados, fresh fish, and fresh milk from my home. In France, that's all "luxury." It hit me: back home, we ate that way because we were poor. That was the cheap, local stuff. The expensive, "you've made it" food was processed, canned, and from a big supermarket. It's a complete paradox. My "poverty" was their "luxury," and their "convenience" (canned food) was our "status symbol."

But here's the final twist.

After 10 years in France, I moved back to South America (to a different country, but still). The moment I got back, I immediately started to miss all those "invisible" European luxuries. I missed the 100% stable power. I missed the endless hot water. I missed the safety and the trains that ran on time (well... Mostly)

You realize there is no "perfect" place, just a set of massive, unavoidable trade-offs. I have to deal with the frustrations I escaped from 10 years ago. But the truth is, I'm back for a reason. The things I get here are just... necessary. The food, the energy, the vibe, the warmth of the people. You can't import those things.

And I guess, after all this, that's the one luxury I've learned I can't live without.