Just two years ago, I was too determined to think of me living in other places but in Australia. I just thought I had to live here. I don't know what brought me to this stubborn goal, but maybe it was because of relaxing, fun life I could have here. I though if I could live here, I would give up what I want to do or what I dream of. I could study something that is likely to give a good chance to live in the "lucky country".
During my second visit to Aus, however, I came to realize that this place would not be the only one I would like to live. I shouldn't stick to only one option without exploring others. I haven't been to many places to make a best-like decision.
I haven't done lots of experiences that I can make up who I really am and what I really want to do. Everything that I took for granted or I was certain of has been changed into something I have never thought of. It grew more confusing sometimes scary. But one good thing is, I guess, that I feel more flexible and opened to many different ideas, places, people, and values. I trapped my self and had felt strained in a very little, hot, suffocating wall. My eyes and dreams were only chasing it without even glancing at other world. I was not free. Only this place, only this job, only this friend, only this...this....
I feel free. I see more opportunities. I feel more mature. I feel I'm actually growing.
Around the globe are heaps of things I can do. I have forgotten how much I enjoy unexpected things challenging me and, matter of fact, they bring me unforgettable and more enjoyable memories. That makes me laugh, cry, think, feel, change and grow.
Somebody said, "Growth is the evidence of life."
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