Over what has been a beautiful view of sunbathing houses and apartment rests a blanket of fog that reminds me so much of a November morning outside my dorm at Falmer. I love this aspect of Brighton. In a town so colorful, the fog only brightens the painting on the houses and the personalities of the English that I encounter. Those personalities and all the things I cherish about this country will shine even more so starting today.
I look at my time here with fresh eyes. After being faced with a difficult decision yesterday that required me to put everything on the line, I can’t help but truly appreciate even the smallest of things like sounds of the seagulls nearby or the bus pulling up to the its stop near our townhouse.
I either had to leave this wonderful place Wednesday or give up last safety net to pursue a dream and stay in this country longer. Well, if you know me, you know this wasn’t easy. As much as I think no one really likes to admit this, money matters, and I like having money. On the other hand, I am a passionate person who would rather regret having done something and be able to say at least I did it than regret not doing it at all and wishing I had.
So it should be obvious the choice I made, and I feel as if it was the right one. Only time will tell if this great adventure will have been worth my time, money and effort, but something tells me that if I had gone home, I would be always be thinking that I didn’t try hard enough.
So to the people who read this account of a girl trying to make in a “big city” in a foreign country and whose loved ones are 5,000 miles away, what can I show you, what can I tell you about so that if I have to come home, at least I can say I imparted some knowledge about the world out here onto you that you wanted to know?
My eyes and ears are waiting.