It's been exactly seven days of me being here, and I think I can clearly say to you guys that I really don't like it here.
I know I made a blog the other day talking about how I wanted to come out of my comfort zone and do something new. Well, I did come out of that zone, but I think I went about it the wrong way. Rather than take things slow and just see how it goes, the step I took was a huge one, almost like waking up one morning and deciding to move to a new country with little to no arrangement made.
It was that huge of a change, and it has turned out to be one that I'm not comfortable with. To be honest with you guys, all I really want right now is to go home. Every bone in my body is asking me to go do just that (which I actually can apply for), but I won't. Even though I know the reason I no longer feel like I can survive here is due to the many disgusting things that go on here, one of them being people messing up the toilet and just leaving it that way.
But you see, I told myself that I can complain as much as I want, as long as I end up finishing that thing that I started. As far as I'm concerned, there really isn't anything wrong with complaining, especially when you're complaining to yourself.
And also especially when you end up finishing that thing you were complaining about. I'm tired of this place; I miss my bed and haven't had a good sleep in seven days. Last night I went to bed at some minutes past eleven and woke up at half past one in the morning.
I'm a little scared my body could end up breaking down, forcing me to quit and go home. But hopefully that doesn't happen, and I see this entire thing to the end.
And in a few months from now, I will end up having some really cool stories and advice to give about this place. I just have to hold on until then.
