What a year, what a year. So much has happened with me in such a short time, both marvelous and dreadful. On the flight back home, lack of sleep made me end up staying awake, listening to Frank Sinatra and staring at a gorgeous scene of abundant stars. I think that’s when I realized that I had such a very lovely time all year round, it’s just easier to get sucked into your problems in the moment. You can never just have adventure without a few bumps that you learn from and to showcase this, here are my wins and fails of the past year:
A need of expressing myself and a small identity crisis with a hint of wanting my voice to reach others. One of the best decisions I’ve made to be honest. – Basant She, FAQs.
I begun my blogging journey for many, many reasons. I was a new university student studying abroad in an environment polar opposite to home. Even worse than that, I was genuinely bored. Bored of my comfortable surroundings. Bored of not having a channel of expression. After fully settling in and figuring out everything about this new environment, I noticed that I had nothing to work towards, like a high school club I was extremely passionate about. A bored state can be a dangerous thing but I actually believe this to be the aspect of my life at the time that caused me to want to pursue writing the most. My general disinterest to my surroundings brought me into a whole new world of writing. A little universe where I’m completely in control. A place I could bare my whole soul in writing.
I really savour writing about my travels on my blog, it’s like clasping a memory very tightly and having the ability to release it along with a sparkle of nostalgia whenever I please. That being said, I’ve been extremely sentimental recently about a specific trip I had about a year ago. At the end of March last year back in high school, several students with chaperons and I headed out to Dublin, Ireland to represent our school at a Model United Nations conference. It’s by far one of my favorite weeks ever and I constantly remember it with a smile. I just knew I was going to have a wonderful time in Ireland when I had an entire conversation with the Irish Customs Man and he said: “So, you’re going to solve the world’s problems, eh? You go girl!”
Blessings and Hilarity Ensue
My anxiety over the course of the last semester really had me clinging to my comfort zone in many ways. I spent most of it in my cozy room, happy with the constant peace. Shortly after, my serenity was put to a quick halt, causing me to realize I was using it as a shield and not experiencing enough of the world around me. It’s funny, I’m quite different than the person I was upon my arrival to Germany, it’s lovely how pushing yourself can really change everything.
This is part of a blogging event I created called My Monthly Memories with the initiative of allowing bloggers to document their lives over the course of a long time. I hope you consider participating yourself, several have already partaken last month and have told me it’s been great! If you’re interested, please check the instructions here.
February has been good to me. It was lovely having a break after my first semester finals and having some breathing space after a long five months. Birthday celebrations, a Holi Festival, familiar faces of the past, and binge watching The Office while having an actual office job made for a pretty incredible month.
The reason I went to Germany for university? A question I’m asked a lot, one with a very simple answer: I needed to experience something new, I needed adventure. The following is a summary of my entire first semester broken up in months. Enjoy!
After several issues with my visa and finally making it to Germany considerably late (a month and a half), my backpack didn’t seem that heavy while skipping out of the airport in Dusseldorf. It was all new, the Rhine river, the beautiful golden and scarlet of the fall trees surrounding the road. I was so ecstatic. It was the new place I was to call home, the place I could finally be independent in. It goes without saying that it was a pretty big adjustment, coming from Saudi but regardless, this was the start of my five months away from home.
It was a warm, sunny day in a small town in Egypt. The trees and plants by a house were softly rustling to a hot breeze while a dog was a attempting to cool himself off by lying down on the cold titles of the veranda. Although it was extremely quiet, a soft and ever so distant sound of sobbing could be heard. The noise was coming from a fourteen year old girl curled up in an arm chair who was practically crying her little eyes out. Her mother from another room happened to hear the noise and was worriedly following it across the house in hopes of finding it’s source. She finds the origin in the midst of the living room and quickly sighs knowing the cause of her daughter’s torment.
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