So this is it. I totally didn’t expect that I would feel this way. I thought I would be excited. Eager to leave. Happy that my dreams are coming true.
But reality is a bitch, and migration is a chore.
I didn’t expect that leaving a place that I don’t like would be such an agony. Migration is painful. Especially when there are already bonds and friendships formed. Maybe I’m just really scared, that I might not make it to my dormitory (I have no idea why I have this recurring horrifying thought). I’m afraid I might not make friends. I’m afraid nobody likes me. I’m afraid I will be broke. I’m afraid I will not like my new lifestyle. I’m afraid I will not do well in school. I’m afraid, I’m afraid….
Fuck this shit man.
All these worries are unfounded for. I know it, and I have reassured myself countless times.
But of course, leaving for the unknown is never easy, and I believe it is only human to feel sad when leaving their loved ones behind.
I wonder how so many did it. To move to another country requires a lot of time, effort and some money. And even more courage is needed.
I’m grateful to know that at least I will be missed. As long as my friends and family still remember me, I am glad.
And I will be happy. In a foreign land, which I will call home now.