I remember exactly last year how i surrounded with many people but i wanted to be alone. here i am a year after. alone.
one day i met this girl, she talked a lot and asked too much. she always looked for her cellphone after class although it was always on her bag. she was the one who introduced me to my close friend. after weeks of being together, she got an acceptance letter from an university in berlin, where she grew up and been living all her life. it isn't a special major but the university is already one of the best. after days of being confused, she finally moved to Berlin.
I was sad, she was too. But one thing I learn from her, that studying isn't always that long journey separated from people you love, from your family. maybe it's only her, maybe it's her culture, but her decision makes me proud of her somehow. I never want to admit it but, If I ever had a chance to go back to that time, I might stick to be where I was.
I was that brave girl once. The more I live here, the weaker I'am. ironic. but, I can't face farewell for now and I always look back. which isn't good. my boyfriend said I always try to find a reason to cry. Although, I'm actually happy with what I'm doing. I'm enjoying what I'm studying. I can stay with my uni mates for hours and talking about chemistry reaction or that freak old greek language that we won't ever seem to understand.
Flashback to one year ago. when I have exactly the same nice kind of friends plus very nice professors and tutors. God was very very kind that no matter how sad I was, He always made me surrounded by nice people, which was actually make me feel worse.
my mom said, no matter where I go, I'll always find friends. My boyfriend said that I'm going to find those kind of friends as well if I move. I always refused to listen to them. But they were right.
I won't consider myself as a loner for now. I would like to say, I'm on the right place. I'am alone when I need to be. and I'am with nice friends when I have to be.