“International student” is useful until it starts pretending we all arrived with the same life. Some people moved a short train ride from home. Some crossed borders their families have never crossed. Some speak English at home; others learned it for school and now have to use it for friendship, humour, conflict, and bureaucracy. Some can travel home whenever they miss it. Some calculate the cost months in advance. Some chose Maastricht from many options. For others, studying elsewhere felt like the only route toward more options. Even our confidence means different things. A person who seems fearless in the group chat may be scared of the move. A person who asks basic administrative questions may have already handled a visa process, a currency change, and family expectations that nobody else sees. I sometimes enjoy the easy international-student jokes: too many suitcases, food from home, confusion about Dutch systems. Shared humour is useful. I just do not want it to become the only story. The most interesting thing about an international community should not be that everybody is from somewhere else. It should be how differently everybody understands leaving, arriving, and belonging.