Moving Away From Home
It’s been almost two months since I moved from KL to UK to continue my degree. I honestly never thought this day would come, it’s pretty much been set since I left high school but there always seemed to be time back at home to shove the thought away.
I never really thought about how life would be alone and abroad. Back at home I’d avoid thinking too hard about the challenges I might come across to avoid overthinking. However, I might have thought about it a little too little. I remember the first day of being alone here, I thought to myself about all the freedom and fun I’m going to have without living under the same roof as my parents. A few days later, I was so bored that I cooked and binged watch Netflix as my source of entertainment. Fast forward to a week or two and I’m full on missing everyone and everything I used to do back at home while lying in bed at 9pm.
You never really get used to being alone with not a single familiar soul close to you. You just manage and try not to think too hard about it. I wouldn’t claim I’m terribly homesick but I do feel like I’m missing out on the fun back at home. I spend my days clicking “interested” on events on Facebook only to miss out on it because on the day itself, I’d come up with multiple excuses to not leave my flat.
So yes, it’s been almost two months and it’s getting better everyday I guess. Moving abroad means being independent. It means dragging your own ass out of bed to get shit done. It means setting an alarm because your mom isn’t going to wake you up with a loud knock on the door. It means learning to be okay with your own company and knowing that being alone can be less lonely than it seems. I’m not sure where I’m headed with this post but I guess it’s an update of where I am and what I’ve been up to.