Twelve days I'm here.
I am still intrigued by the ability of humans to adapt.
Twelve days I'm here,
first night I arrived I was shaking because it was so cold and I was so afraid;
now I'm already adapting to the cold wind and depressing weathers,
still afraid though.
Class is big, and different.
Class has pathetically few Asians,
but I'm trying to be reallllyyyyy optimistic about things!
I made a new friend today! well Hongkie la cannot meh.
I'm giving my best trying to mix,
but I still don't think I belong,
I'm trying though.
My housemates are really nice;
I have four Malaysians, a Vietnamese and a Pakistanese with me.
All of them are very nice and two of them can cook riilliiii well,
and I think that I am really lucky to have enrica helping me since I first stepped foot into this house.
And the fact that my family is 10,000km away from me,
just the thought of that makes me anxious,
however
the familiarity of their voices and the unchanged furniture calms me a bit.
It's just twelve days here and I am exposed to all these things,
shocked yes, yet relieved and grateful,
these people I meet and the opportunity being here in the UK.
I'm adapting, learning and growing up.
instead of counting down the days,
I should really make everyday count here :)
I'm okay : )
