I Am An Immigrant

[c=#008099]Today I let myself weep with nostalgia. It's been something less than a year since I've been away from home. I feel like I'm not myself anymore. I have not spoken my language in days so all I can do is murmur when I'm alone and sing folk songs that I didn't even think I liked until recently. People here don't have the same sense of humour and communicating on a deeper level with someone is the hardest task. I feel like I'm the fool of the village. I feel like they see me as retarted. I have this bottle filled with sand from the beach near home, I sprinkle some in my hands and cry.[/c]

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DIMaverick4 · 41-45, M

I know the feeling. 3 months into my migration for studies came a day when me in a new country where I didn't speak the language, not knowing to cook, missing familiarity of food and people around, just simply sat and cried loudly in my room cursing my choices .. missing every single thing in my world before the move. 12 years later, I am proud of being a self made man .. still miss my home, but my new home has been a kind place. It wouldn't have turned so if I had give up. Persistence makes every plank you sleep on feel like home.. more power to you.. 🤗