You know that feeling you get when you're in a big city for the first time, and everything's new and bright and exciting? And you forget that for thousands of people that city is just a boring canvas upon which they live their daily lives, because you can see the beauty and the wonder in it, and you can't understand why anybody ever complains about living there?
And then your heart sort of expands a little bit because your ability to see the beauty and the wonder in that place allows you to suddenly see the beauty and the wonder in the whole world, and you realise just how incredible and amazing life can be?
Yeah, you know that feeling? That's me, right now.
I've been so busy with uni work over the last week that I sort of lost the ability to recognise the fact that all this is amazing. I was swamped with it all, and it meant that I had my first real 'low' since I moved here. But tonight, I'm sitting here in my room with my balcony doors open, waiting for it to be time to start getting ready to go out, and I can hear the Saturday night atmosphere building up outside, and I have that feeling in my heart.
I had it constantly when I first moved here. And God, I love it here. I love this life; the place, the people, the culture and oh my God, the languages... I think that maybe, just maybe, this is just where I'm supposed to be right now. At risk of using the cliche of all cliches, life is short, so do something crazy. Make it count. Because if a few days of feeling swamped by work or missing home is the price I have to pay for this experience, then I will take it a million times, and I will enjoy the few months that I am here to the fullest possible extent; after all, this feeling - this amazing feeling, the one that tells me I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be - I don't know when I'm going to get the chance to feel that again.
Molly x
And then your heart sort of expands a little bit because your ability to see the beauty and the wonder in that place allows you to suddenly see the beauty and the wonder in the whole world, and you realise just how incredible and amazing life can be?
Yeah, you know that feeling? That's me, right now.
I've been so busy with uni work over the last week that I sort of lost the ability to recognise the fact that all this is amazing. I was swamped with it all, and it meant that I had my first real 'low' since I moved here. But tonight, I'm sitting here in my room with my balcony doors open, waiting for it to be time to start getting ready to go out, and I can hear the Saturday night atmosphere building up outside, and I have that feeling in my heart.
I had it constantly when I first moved here. And God, I love it here. I love this life; the place, the people, the culture and oh my God, the languages... I think that maybe, just maybe, this is just where I'm supposed to be right now. At risk of using the cliche of all cliches, life is short, so do something crazy. Make it count. Because if a few days of feeling swamped by work or missing home is the price I have to pay for this experience, then I will take it a million times, and I will enjoy the few months that I am here to the fullest possible extent; after all, this feeling - this amazing feeling, the one that tells me I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be - I don't know when I'm going to get the chance to feel that again.
Molly x
