In just three days, it'll be approximately 7 months since I am here.
Maybe for some, seven months is still a short period of time but for me, that is a long long time. In just these few months, a lot happened to me and around me. A mix of good and bad i would say. For some reasons, i feel like more of bad things happened to me. To be fair, it is always like that since forever so why would i pay much attention to it this time, isn't it?
Always start with the better ones.
I believed I've found true friends, and for once in this foreign place I feel like I belong. It is hard to start a new chapter at a completely new place where everything is different; the culture, the food and even the sense of humour is different. But slowly and gradually I begin to let myself adapt to this new environment. To break myself from the norm, but like in all realistic story there will always be hardships after glimpse of happiness. Unfortunately, different is never a good thing to the people as we know it.
They expect everything to be the same, the be in stationery. Wake up! Why would you even come to a different place to spend a phase in your life of you don't allow changes.
A two cents from me for those who will somehow end up in new environment; get some adventures, try new things! Ignore what the people who still too scared to move forward say, you are in motion in a new foreign place, make full use of it. Learn about the culture and adapt to your extent. Why would you stay in the same circle, do the same things, think from the same perspective? You could be in a place with a lot of potential but stay rigid, bounded to the bubble you were put in years ago.
I believe that in my case, I am escaping and slowly adapting but considering being different is such a taboo, the people who are still in the bubble are being taken aback by my decisions. But what really matter is that I finally succeed in escaping that bubble, and I am loving the bigger view out here. I hope you do too, love.
Maybe for some, seven months is still a short period of time but for me, that is a long long time. In just these few months, a lot happened to me and around me. A mix of good and bad i would say. For some reasons, i feel like more of bad things happened to me. To be fair, it is always like that since forever so why would i pay much attention to it this time, isn't it?
Always start with the better ones.
I believed I've found true friends, and for once in this foreign place I feel like I belong. It is hard to start a new chapter at a completely new place where everything is different; the culture, the food and even the sense of humour is different. But slowly and gradually I begin to let myself adapt to this new environment. To break myself from the norm, but like in all realistic story there will always be hardships after glimpse of happiness. Unfortunately, different is never a good thing to the people as we know it.
They expect everything to be the same, the be in stationery. Wake up! Why would you even come to a different place to spend a phase in your life of you don't allow changes.
A two cents from me for those who will somehow end up in new environment; get some adventures, try new things! Ignore what the people who still too scared to move forward say, you are in motion in a new foreign place, make full use of it. Learn about the culture and adapt to your extent. Why would you stay in the same circle, do the same things, think from the same perspective? You could be in a place with a lot of potential but stay rigid, bounded to the bubble you were put in years ago.
I believe that in my case, I am escaping and slowly adapting but considering being different is such a taboo, the people who are still in the bubble are being taken aback by my decisions. But what really matter is that I finally succeed in escaping that bubble, and I am loving the bigger view out here. I hope you do too, love.
