The hardest thing about moving to a new country is being away from the people closest to you. To some of you it might be parents, sisters or brothers, but to me that are my friends. The ones that know pretty much everything about me and we'd always be there for each other. You know those days when you don't have will to do anything on your own but if you had that one person with you you'd go here and there, take them to all the places you like, share your previous explorations and explore new places. It's nice to have some alone time, but everything's better in two.
I was always a loner. Preferred spending time in my bedroom, laying on bed, listening to music or reading books rather than going out with a group of people and just sit there cos I'd never have anything to say. I'm not sure at what point that changed. When did I become the person that needs plus one. Maybe after months spent exploring alone, being alone, having 24 hours of the day just for myself. I needed my best friends here. Every other time we'd talk to each other I'd probably end up in tears. Thinking about hugging them, holding their hand and doing the things we would do back home. An important piece of my life was missing and so was one from their.
In May, after seven months spent apart, my best friend came to visit me. It was one of the happiest days so far. I couldn't hold back the tears at the airport when I hugged him.
I was always a loner. Preferred spending time in my bedroom, laying on bed, listening to music or reading books rather than going out with a group of people and just sit there cos I'd never have anything to say. I'm not sure at what point that changed. When did I become the person that needs plus one. Maybe after months spent exploring alone, being alone, having 24 hours of the day just for myself. I needed my best friends here. Every other time we'd talk to each other I'd probably end up in tears. Thinking about hugging them, holding their hand and doing the things we would do back home. An important piece of my life was missing and so was one from their.
In May, after seven months spent apart, my best friend came to visit me. It was one of the happiest days so far. I couldn't hold back the tears at the airport when I hugged him.
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| Photo taken by: Aga Swiderska |
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