Worn Path

January 15, around 11 in the morning, I stepped foot on Charlotte International Airport, North Carolina. Everything seemed so foreign to me but I couldn’t help but realize the next time I’d step foot in this airport, it would all be familiar to me. I had a week before school actually started for me, which was a good thing because it gave me time to adapt to things at home. Despite my exhaustion, I’d get up early and do things with them just so that we would bond. I have to admit that it wasn’t easy. It took me a while to really relax and open up. A week went by and before I knew it, I was laying out my attire for my first day of school. I had trouble sleeping because I was so eager to know how things would be. I went to a fairly well diverse school of more than 1500 students. I was lucky that my host sister had brought me to school a few days earlier just so that I’d roughly know where my classes are. Nevertheless, I still got lost on my third day. I was lucky because the guy who had walked me to my class the day before saw me and realized I was going the wrong direction. Today, 18 weeks later, I know my way around school, in fact, I even know the way around some of the roads. My experience so far has been truly indescribable. I can’t sugar coat it and said it’s been all ups and no downs. I’ve had my fair share amount of downs in my journey but those moments have no doubt, made me a stronger person. I’ve meet tones of people, made many new lifelong friends from not only in the United States of America but also, all around the world and most of all; I’ve truly grown as an individual myself. It was only a while ago that I was marking my first month in Charlotte and now, I’m counting down to the days I have left here. And the days I have left here, I’m going to make the utter best out of it, because this journey I’m on right now, this very journey is one of a kind.