“Would you rather have loved and lost, or not have loved at all?”
This was asked of me recently, and as a hopeless romantic, my answer is, and
always will be, the first one. I think it’s always more precious to taste
something beautiful, no matter how long it lasts. In the end, nothing lasts
forever.
I’ve been mourning and longing for the UK and everything
within it lately, to the point where it makes me walk to the local coffee shop at
night while it’s still raining and order one hot cocoa and one coffee: the
first to give me warmth, and the second, strength. It still blows my mind that
I am miles and miles away from everything and everyone I love.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve been missing, so so bad, the country
where I spent my last six years, the city that has been home to me for most of
my adult life. I still get emails from my old workplace. I still get notified
when there’s free food in my university kitchen. I still see if there’s a new
dance class at my gym, or a deal at the pizza place I used to order from. I’m
not ashamed to admit that I miss anything and everything. Especially my romano lettuce, because, you know, fibre matters.
And as much as it hurts to have left everything and everyone
I loved behind, I’m here to write new chapters now. And I know I can visit one
day. Maybe not today, or tomorrow. It’s heartbreaking to think I’ll need a visa
now. Really, UK? After so many years?
I walk, I fall, I pick myself up. I move, I fall, then I
crawl a little. That’s how I’ve been moving on. Someone recently reminded me
that I’ve been going through so many changes for the last couple of months, all at once. Two and a half
months in, I thought I’d be rocking it by now, but that’s far from the truth.
I’m back to baby steps, learning, forgetting, and learning again. It's not fineapple
yet, but I know it will be. I believe in myself.
Life is tough. But I’m doing something I’ve always wanted to
do, and I would’ve resented myself if I hadn’t come. Because I still believe
there’s more room for me to see, live and grow.
And I know that one day, I’ll go back home. And then,
we’ll pick it up like I never left.

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