People make places, more than places make people

I have been realizing something nowadays. People make places, more than places make people.
It is not the geographic place, where we are, that matters. It’s the people we find in those places. The hard thing of living abroad is that we need to start all over again. Once we manage to establish relationships, life becomes easy.
We start to know a new culture, different points of view, different foods, and different ways of living. A new universe rises upon us and we need to make some changes in order to adapt ourselves to it.
But is there any real difference between us? I realize there isn’t… Black, white, yellow, red… We all turn out to be the same. We are all human beings with virtues and defects.
I met people who think they own the world but I met also great people. People that, for sure I will remind with a smile on my face till the rest of my life. People that made this experience already worth it. Thank you!