It’s the end of Summer for me, and only a few days away until school starts again.
I thought I was going to make a lot of post on my blog this Summer (since I got 3 months of no school and a lot of time in my hand), but I didn’t. Mainly because I spent the first 2 months on my essays, readings, and other assignments for my online English 102 class, which mostly focused on research paper (which, by the way, I thought I sucked at), then 2 weeks trying to have as much fun as I could, and finally the last 2 weeks wallowing in sadness and being cooped up in my apartment. Now, shall we have a recap? yes, we shall. I mentioned in my previous blog post that I was going to spend the first month in the country where I was born. So I did. It was okay. I got to see my friends from high school, my parents, my sisters, and some of my cousins. I spent most of my time juggling between hanging out with my friends, and writing kick ass essays for my English class to maintain my GPA. I also spent a little bit of my time meeting with relatives and close family friends (and trying not to explode as they-one after another-asked me about my future plans). The best thing about coming back was, I got to drive my car again (I really need to get my ID and take the test to get a driving license here in the US because I really like driving and having my own car).
A month went by, and then it was time for a two-weeks family trip to Turkey. I was not very excited about this trip at first, to be honest. But then as time went on, I found myself enjoying the trip. Turkey was amazing, I loved it and would definitely go back in the future. I rode a hot air balloon in Cappadocia (I can cross that off my bucket list now), which was-for me-the most beautiful part of Turkey. Our tour guide was also amazing. Overall, it was a wonderful, joyous couple of weeks in Turkey. Then I got on a 10 hour flight back to my home country, spent a couple days in my sister’s apartment, and hopped on to another plane for my next trip to Cape Town, South Africa.
My main reason to go to Cape Town for a month was to volunteer at a children’s hospital, and I didn’t think that I would have so much time to have fun and soak in the excitement of the city. First of all, volunteering at the hospital was probably the best decision I had ever made. The kids were precious, and I wish I could bring them all home with me (I almost cried when I left the hospital on my last day, and I never cried for anything before). Second of all, I got to do things that I wouldn’t normally do. I jumped what apparently to be the world’s highest bungee jump bridge (another thing to cross off my bucket list), went on a safari tour, climbed a mountain (I was dying, but it was also on my bucket list), went to the casino, drank legally (and responsibly), and made a lot of new friends (more than I’ve ever made in one year I live in Seattle). It was truly the highlight of my summer-possibly the best month I have ever had in my life, and leaving Cape Town was the hardest thing to do. I have never been so sad to leave a place before, not even when I left to move to US last year. On the bright side, I flew business class home, which in Emirates is basically first class to other airlines (yet another thing to cross off the bucket list, but I wouldn’t mention it to my mother as I don’t know how she would react if she ever finds out I made a not-so-wise financial decision that did a little bit of damage to my bank account to upgrade my flight)
Now, it’s been 10 days since I got back from Cape Town. I’ve been spending those day wallowing in sadness in my small apartment, questioning myself if I had made the right decision to move to Seattle a year ago or if I should have just moved to Cape Town since I was much, much, happier there. I also have spent most of those days watching Netflix, and ironically, eating healthy. I realized I don’t have a lot of friends-or any real friends for that matter-in Seattle. I feel like I had made a mistake, but then again, I do want to go to a really good university in the US next year. I don’t know.