It is not the best, but it is the begining…
I’ve been living in a foreign country for a little more than a year. My first language isn’t English, but I´ve been learning it for the same time. I did a general English course where I learnt how to talk, understand and write in a simply way. However, I feel I am in a big hole, because I cannot interact effectively with others. I understand this process takes time… but it is very difficult when you are not an adolescent.
My desire is to be a writer. An English writer. I´d like to share my feelings with others through words. Nevertheless I feel I cannot. I don´t know how to start… I don´t know how to express another feeling more than my fear. Always when I start to write, my ideas are related to my inability to express something different than my fear and my memories in my country with my family and friends. How can I write amazing stories? Perhaps it is because am I sad? However, I don´t feel I am sad! Sometimes I feel I miss my friends and my success in my country…but most of times I feel good. It is true that my life here is not the same that the life I used to have. In my country I was a doctor, with plenty of friends and the best quality of life. Now, I am a student… and worst! I am the partner of a student! Because I am not studying at the moment. My partner is studying a master in business and I am at home doing nothing and all: gardening, cooking, riding my bike and volunteering with the Red Cross.
Oh! I think I have found the problem! It is the secret of writing. It helps us to discover different things. Oh! I think I have found the problem! It is the secret of writing. It helps us to discover different things. I don´t have the same situation than before and I haven´t accepted it! It doesn´t mean I am different. I should use this time in my life to improve different skills. Perhaps it is time to a challenge.