New Life in México City....
September, 2016.
On July 2014 I said goodbye to my family, It was very sad because it was the first time that I was away from home for so long. It all started when my parents were about to leave the airport and I knew my journey on my own was about to begin. I can recall almost beginning to cry but I knew it would tear them apart.When I arrived at Mexico City, a city completely different to the place where I grew up, full of people, tall buildings and city lights, I began to realize that the day had finally come where I was gonna fulfill my dreams. The first day of school I met a lot of new people from various places and realized that there were many in the same situation as myself. My clases where very interesting and everyone was amiable to the point where, with time, I felt in some way at home. But at one point, after some time, I got homesick and everything that was new and exciting started to become less attractive as I realized I wouldn´t see my family in long time, I wouldn´t visit in months, and I had to be an adult and figure so many things out on my own.Sometimes my friends would see that I was feeling sad or acting a bit strange and they would often invite me places or take me out somewhere to distract me and forget but there was always a momento in my day when I stopped to think about what life was like when I was home. One day I called my mom crying to tell her that I´d had enough of being on my own and I wanted to go back. She was very surprised and tried to convince me to stay saying that it was a normal feeling because it was the first time I was away and would overcome it soon. I replied and told her that the city was too big, the population was too much, and days felt like minutes here. Eventually I calmed down and promised I would try a bit longer and find things to do that would take up all of my free time so I could create my new life here, a life I would learn to love if I did more things that I liked. After a couple of months what my mom had told me became true. I got used to the traffic, I grew fonder of school and the new people around me, my routine wasn´t such a struggle and I got around easier. Today, Mexico City is one of my favorite cities, I have many friends whom I consider my family, I have changed quite a lot, and have become more mature and responsable in my everyday activities. I am halfway through my career and I am almost positive that I will stay and work here for a couple of years.
Do you think that my decision of staying here was a good one? Do you think that I handled the situation the best I could?
