Life is so funny, huh?
Life is funny, the more I think of it. When I walked through a street for the first time, in a new city I was going to stay in for the next few years, I saw new hopes. Everything that saddened me before, partways and doubts, turns into a thrill to begin a new adventure. I believe in myself so much on the very first seconds I step on this land. I begin to believe the world can be so beautiful, and the life I am living is enough. What's so bad about life that can make me complain? It is more than enough. The funny things come when my new surroundings become my daily views. Once impressive buildings begin to look dull. The liveliness in every corner of the city becomes a casual sight. All hopes that appeared during my first glance at the city flew one by one--disappeared into the thin air. What am I even doing here? Looking back on times, I do not have the minimum standard to even begin a life here. I cannot cook — how can I survive? I find it a huge challenge to befriend stran...
