I have emigrated. It feels weird to type it like it has really become true, but the matter of fact is: I am living in another country. These last month and a half have been so hectic and so adventurous that I honestly either forgot to post or would like to keep private. Therefore this post is going to be a short one and without any pictures (sorry).
So where have I been? I have gone on holiday twice (Portugal first and then London) and they were both so great and lovely and relaxing and really needed. The first holiday was just soaking up the sun and chilling out, finally being able to have a think about the past four years of college and also finally being able to be happy about everything that had happened to me. I mean, I managed to get two university diploma's in four years and that's pretty impressive. I didn't really took if for granted but then again I may have taken it for granted sometimes and that week of a holiday just really made me feel incredibly blessed and happy I am about all the experiences that I got. It made me realize how much I like England and the English language and also being, for the very first time in my life, proud of myself for taking that adventure and completing it. It may sound stupid and we all had our unhappy moments in life, but I literally had never been proud of myself. I took myself for granted as well and now I've realized that I shouldn't. The second little trip just really made me feel so blessed with my friends. I know we all say this; but I truly have the best friends in the world. They mean everything to me and for some reason they like me as I am. I always thought that people just felt sorry for me and out of pity they would talk to me, but I realize now that they might actually like me - which is a scary thought I might add. If the people I hang out with like me for me than maybe I should start liking me because they make me a better person and I honestly love every single one of my friends. Needless to say my little break was full of epiphanies.
So now I'm in a foreign country, a city that I do not know and a language that I do not speak and I feel incredibly vulnerable. I cried non stop yesterday just because I was so out of my comfort zone and luckily I had a friend beside me (via Skype) to calm me down. I am alone. Truly and utterly alone in a city that I have been once before. So what do I do? I am living out of my suitcase unable to start this new adventure. Tomorrow school starts and I am terrified. I know these are all normal feelings but I really need to remind myself not to call my parents and ask to come home. Because deep down, I really don't want to (unless the course sucks then I probably will). I literally need to start over here and I decided to take you guys with you and by the end of this two year (!) experience I will have developed and grown as a person and I will also be proud for taking this next step. So hi old friends (and new ones if you're reading my blog) and let's embark on this new journey together.
