8 years
8 years since venturing into the unknown western territory! Feels like it was just yesterday, although a lot has happened in the 2920 days. This was my first time to a western country, first time on a long haul flight, first time traveling alone into the unknown with no solid plans other than to finish my masters for that year. When I was leaving, a lot of my friends had a farewell party for me, which obviously followed along with series questions. Question 1: How long are you going to be there? Me: I don’t know Question 2: When are you coming back? Me: I don’t know Question 3: What are you going to do after your masters? Do you plan to work there? Me: I don’t know Question 4: Do you know anyone in Glasgow? Me: No, I don’t Question 5: Do you want to come back? Me: I don’t know! Please, save me the misery. Why so many questions when it’s essentially only one, and my answer was definitely only one! I DON’T KNOW. And I hated to give th...