I wanted to move as far away from home as possible because I was tired of living how people wanted me to. I mean, life wasn't bad. Looking at it now it was pretty great actually. But we find flaws in everything. So I did.
I wanted to be independent. Show that I can make it on my own. I dont know what I was expecting but there is nothing empowering about doing my own laundry.
Yes I feel more responsible and independent but being an adult in a foreign country isnt rainbows and butterflies. Damn those Yash raj movies where everyone is always happy and singing in the middle of the street.
Update is, I still haven't found a place to live. My birthday is in 5 days and I have absolutely no plans. It might have something to do with the fact that I'm homeless. I have two articles for the school newspaper due Monday and Citibank messed with my account so my card won't work.
And I did my own laundry.
Every time I feel tired or sad I keep reminding myself that I'm exactly where I've always wanted to be. And too many people have worked quite hard to get me where I am. Especially my father. And a lot of people are counting on me. And knowing that keeps me from giving up. I'm going to make it. Cuz for the first time, I actually believe in myself.