One nice Sunday afternoon

While having such a nice Sunday afternoon with theories and arguments, it feels just comfortable to be not comfortable. Many asked why I moved to horrible weather (Manchester) from the paradise of the earth (LA). Most of the times the conversation was very casual setting so I didn’t want to spend that valuable get-to-know time for arguments. Flipping one’s belief is not attempt-worthy.

Their argument is first of all LA has such good weather all year around and I would’ve had more chance of life in the US than where I am, whichever that is, either being in the UK or jumping into studying development, or perhaps the uncertainty of the future after the school and most likely countries I would end up living in.

Then, I pull out a wild card, “you know, two things pushed me off of that country, health care system and public transportation”, which is enough for another 15 min. of conversation.

But, the thing is… does it really matter? I do miss that weather, that atmosphere, access to those famous places and the scenery… I wonder if that would still matter after how many years from now but what I’ve figured is the great image of the city was not my picture. My picture was to pretend that was my face. At the end of the day, I head back to a $600/m apartment and my small paycheck. I am sure it is not much different story in most of the places in the world.

But what I realized is when one place isn’t at my value and I feel I am forced to adjust into it, I have to make sure there’s a chance to switch to other ways of living. I think that’s what I have done through those both times of moving into different countries.

So, while I am still lost in somewhere in this planet and it is at times fearful feeling (especially when being sick), I’m getting more used to being ‘free’ than being ‘comfortable’. Perhaps I’ve seen much of ‘comfortable faces being not attractive and versatile or haven’t met the ultimate comfortability of mine. Or maybe I’m not ready to negotiate just yet.

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