So last year I moved to a new
place. It was pretty sudden. Not well planned or anything. And for someone like
me who grew up dreaming about living in the “city of dreams” forever, it was a
big change. A very big change.
I was very scared when I came
here. It was my first time away from home (So far away!). I had never been away
from home for more than two days (which includes school trips :P) “Scared”
would be an understatement. I was positively freaking out! Everything was happening
so fast. I didn’t even have the time to grasp what was happening. I just went
with the flow. Mechanically. And when I had the time to take a breather, I
realized the weight of my decisions.
What was I worried about? Part
of me was worried how I would manage things on my own. And the other part was
wondering about the kind of people I’ll meet. I didn’t know if they would
accept me, if they would like me. I didn’t know if they would consider me as an
outsider or as one of their own. Everything was a BIG “?”. And I had to find
the answers myself.
Initially things were tough.
I didn’t know the language well. And there weren’t many people from where I had
come. And I was homesick. Big time. But I was also enjoying this newfound
freedom. Doing things at my own pace. Not being chivied around. (That was a
big relief, by the way :P) There were a lot of disasters. But then, that’s how you
learn, right? XD
It took me some time to fit
myself in. And I did get enough time. Enough time to know people around me.
Their way of thinking, their thoughts, their ideas, their opinions, their
perspectives. They turned out to be very different from the people I grew up
with. But it was a good kind of different. The kind where I actually started
feeling like one of their own :)
What about my old life? There
is your answer.
So yeah. Life is going
through changes. Good changes. There are ups and downs but then I keep telling
myself, “This is for your own good.” And till now, it has done me good. So,
fingers crossed! :D
