Past 3 months had been some helluva ride and emotional whirlpool for me.
It had its good and its bad but the only thing about being away is that realisation of loss.
Yes, it may have been every teenage's dream to leave the country and to pursue other things or simply to just be in a Western country.
But it is not that simple.
To walk away from the comfort of your home, convenience, familiarity, friends, and family is something that seem plausible, but a few weeks into that leave, it kicks in.
I never understood culture shock because I have been going to different countries (but probably they were mostly Asian countries), until I cam here and live here for 2 months now.
Things started out easy and welcoming until you realise that at times, people do give you that judgemental look for something you've done and you'll be like "What's wrong with it?"
It really is different.
The way people do things, see things, portray themselves and etc.
Even though I am in a very small town with very little happenings, I have this love-hate feeling for it.
At days I'll embrace the peacefulness of the town, and at days I wish there were more things to do.
But with all that's said, this is a good experience nonetheless and one I'll live the most out of it.
So this is just gonna be a post filled with photos. But photos could be deceiving.
2 months and 12 days since arrival:
Departure day
Arrival day and our place
Visiting High Street
Going to London
Embracing the days before school starts
Spending our first Halloween
Lots and lots of eating...
And that's pretty much it. Now, back to rushing assignments and shit. :(
Life of a uni kid is no kid.
Past 3 months had been some helluva ride and emotional whirlpool for me.
It had its good and its bad but the only thing about being away is that realisation of loss.
Yes, it may have been every teenage's dream to leave the country and to pursue other things or simply to just be in a Western country.
But it is not that simple.
To walk away from the comfort of your home, convenience, familiarity, friends, and family is something that seem plausible, but a few weeks into that leave, it kicks in.
I never understood culture shock because I have been going to different countries (but probably they were mostly Asian countries), until I cam here and live here for 2 months now.
Things started out easy and welcoming until you realise that at times, people do give you that judgemental look for something you've done and you'll be like "What's wrong with it?"
It really is different.
The way people do things, see things, portray themselves and etc.
Even though I am in a very small town with very little happenings, I have this love-hate feeling for it.
At days I'll embrace the peacefulness of the town, and at days I wish there were more things to do.
But with all that's said, this is a good experience nonetheless and one I'll live the most out of it.
So this is just gonna be a post filled with photos. But photos could be deceiving.
2 months and 12 days since arrival:
Departure day
Arrival day and our place
Visiting High Street
Going to London
Embracing the days before school starts
Spending our first Halloween
Lots and lots of eating...
And that's pretty much it. Now, back to rushing assignments and shit. :(
Life of a uni kid is no kid.
