It was exactly 4 months back. 18th June, 2017 - The day I left my home of twenty three and a half years (basically, all my life) and headed for a new one.
I left my home for a job. My first job, to be precise. I knew where I was going to be for the next 20 days. But post that, I had no clue about where my fate would take me.
I am going to spare you the details and names of the cities here, since this post is not about logistics, it is about feelings. So as my alarm went off at 6 AM on the 18th of June, I had no idea how or what to feel. Which also explains why I am writing this now, 4 months later - because now I have a clearer picture of how I felt back then, which - when described in one word - would be "overwhelmed".
To elaborate, oh well... Firstly, being an introvert, I was a bit upset with all the attention I was getting from friends, family and acquaintances. It took me a while to accept this, but it is an honest statement. Secondly, I was scared. Scared of all the ambiguity that was associated with my situation. It was like knowing that everything was going to change, but not knowing how much it was going to change. And not knowing whether the change would be good or bad.
I was nervous, and excited, for obvious reasons. And finally, a bit relieved to know that I would not be spending all my life in one place! It was a first of many, for me. And now, 4 months later, after going through a culture shock, I am proud to acknowledge that I have 2 places I can call home. I am still not well settled in the new city though, and I don't think I'll ever be. But I guess that's okay!
I left my home for a job. My first job, to be precise. I knew where I was going to be for the next 20 days. But post that, I had no clue about where my fate would take me.
I am going to spare you the details and names of the cities here, since this post is not about logistics, it is about feelings. So as my alarm went off at 6 AM on the 18th of June, I had no idea how or what to feel. Which also explains why I am writing this now, 4 months later - because now I have a clearer picture of how I felt back then, which - when described in one word - would be "overwhelmed".
To elaborate, oh well... Firstly, being an introvert, I was a bit upset with all the attention I was getting from friends, family and acquaintances. It took me a while to accept this, but it is an honest statement. Secondly, I was scared. Scared of all the ambiguity that was associated with my situation. It was like knowing that everything was going to change, but not knowing how much it was going to change. And not knowing whether the change would be good or bad.
I was nervous, and excited, for obvious reasons. And finally, a bit relieved to know that I would not be spending all my life in one place! It was a first of many, for me. And now, 4 months later, after going through a culture shock, I am proud to acknowledge that I have 2 places I can call home. I am still not well settled in the new city though, and I don't think I'll ever be. But I guess that's okay!
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