My experiences living in a city alone have been harder than I thought they would be. Usually I moved every two or three years, so I never felt it harder to adjust to the school or city.
But living alone in a city without any known faces proved to be a lot harder than I expected it to be. It's all cool to be in the workspace; the 9 hours of the day seem to be gone. But rest seems hard when you have to share even your personal space with someone you don't know. It's hard.
From the changed weather, food to sharing space is challenging. Being someone who is okay being alone and not interacting much just for the sake of making new friends or relationships seems more challenging. Like sharing a space with someone you don't even talk to, it's quite fascinating. Isn't it?
The only time we somehow bond over is bashing the curriculum, professor, exam routine, and schedule everything. It's fun. I have literally even counted days because I felt the clock wasn't ticking. And now at the end of the year, the irony is I feel like time flew fast.
Heights of hypocrisy. I agree.
Let's see how the new year unfolds: new semester, new curriculum, new space. What the coming year brings in.
I wish I start to enjoy the days more, and it feels less burdensome, and eventually I grow accustomed to the city that even my parents claim, "Oh girl, you have fallen in love with the city." Let's hope for the best.
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