Moving to a foreign country can be kinda rough in the beginning. Not being in your usual, safe invorement, missing your friends and family and having to adapt to a totally different culture and way of living is not just a piece of cake, at least not the first couple of days. I suppose this goes for all of us, no matter how psychologically strong we might think we are, because it’s just our bodies way of dealing with dramatic change. It’s hard and confusing for our brain to cope with all the new information, so it gives out a panick signal like “Somethings not right here! You’re telling me this is not just a vacation? Are we really gonna live here, on the other side of the world, for God knows how long? But but but…I don’t even know this place! What are you thinking?? We are going to die!” or something like that… Adaption takes time.
So finally, after being here for almost two weeks, and having dealt with all those kinds of conflicting emotions, I now finally feel that I am at ease with this whole situation. I got a new routine going on, new friends to talk to, and I don’t get lost if I leave my block and turn a corner. My brain is no longer screaming in frustration every other minute, and my body seems happy now after figuring out what great relaxing benefits this place acually provides. This weekend was nothing but partying, chilling and tanning on the beach (my body’s no longer white, it’s actually beige now!) and I really feel I couldn’t be in any better place than this right now.

Hope you are having a wonderful time wherever you may be in the world as well :)

Aloha