Heh, heh. We call this the "honeymoon period". It's the best time you'll ever have overseas. Just wait until the irritations catch up to you. Especially after you learn the speak the local language. (If you ever do, because a lot of Americans never bother, especially after Google Translate, they just show their phones to everyone.) After a while the newness wears off and you just want a plate of fish tacos, dammit. Or you learn what the local cops expect in bribes and as a foreigner, you are constantly targeted. Or the asshole boss you have at your job, if you have one. Or the fact that you're surprised to learn they don't have sanctuary cities and they can and will deport you for overstaying your (all too short) visa. Or dealing with the other foreigners there, who are the only people you can relate to and yet you can't stand any of them. Or when you try to rent an apartment and have to deal with the local housing supply which is either super expensive or old and dusty. Or trying to receive a care package from home and find out customs has levied $250 in duties on it.

At least you didn't get a pet while there. After a while, you see the same things over and over again: people who plan a 1-2 year stay get a cat or dog with a 10 year lifespan. Then they're constantly trying to give their pets away when they leave. Or watching the few friends you did make leave, year after year. Then the new people think you're weird because you've been there so long.