Dear 2015 me, you can finally do it.

It has been 20 days since I packed my bag, left home, and flew during a pandemic to come to London. 20 exhaustive, hectic, demanding, happy and sad days. Nevertheless, it is still 20 days that I am on my own.   

Throwing back to exactly 6 years ago, I would be in contrast. I was packing my bag and flew home from Paris because I couldn’t handle to be on my own as I was supposed to do a semester exchange in Warsaw, Poland. “Just come back home. I am so dizzy because of you” said my mom. I guess I was too young to actually know what I signed up for.   

But it has been 20 days now that I am on my own, even though it is 6 years later. But I believe I can really do it this time. I’m going to make not just my friends and family, but also myself, proud of my strength, my independence, and my new achievements.   

Special shout-out to my boyfriend who has always been there for me since day 1 and for my family who has always supported me in a lot of ways I could never count. Thank you.