Would I be happier had I gone the other way?
2 years and 3 months ago I left my hometown to go study at university. I remember the first few weeks, I felt very lonely, insecure and lost. I’m still kind of clueless regarding some things but, looking back, I’ve come a long way.
I chose to leave everything behind, except for my family and a few friends. I ran away from past relationships, people I didn’t relate to, mistakes I’d made. I felt safer starting over in a new place. It was a fresh start.
Even though I’m only a 3 hour bus ride away from home I rarely go back. While, on the other hand, my old friends are still very attached to that place and they never understood why I wasn’t like them.
In these 2 years and 3 months I’ve made my worst mistakes and now I can’t run from them. Not for 4 more years, at least. I can’t even forget about them. Not when my ex sits behind me in class, not when I go out and he’s there with his new girlfriend, not when whispers of all the things I did wrong echoe through the halls of the department of Mechanical Engineering, where everyone’s favorite hobby is gossiping.
Maybe I would be happier had I stayed rooted to my hometown but I wouldn’t have built up my independence or my strong character and I’m confident these will be advantages in the future.
I can’t run away now. I might as well fight for the main objective: get this degree that is hard as fuck but that will pay off in the end and strive.