From Italy to France

From Italy to France

Hi to whoever is reading this ?
My name is Sahar and I am the “new“ student. Today, I wanted to tell you about how I felt when I first came here.
I’ll start by saying that I was really scared, not sad, just scared. The sadness didn’t hit at first, I was kinda happy and excited at the thought of starting a new life with new people but, at the same time, worried about how it’ll go.
I had many fears actually ; the biggest one was not making any friends. I’ve been a shy person all my life, but don’t get me wrong, if I feel comfortable with you, I say and do everything that comes across my mind but as I just wrote, I act like this only when I reaaally like someone and I still didn’t find THAT person here. People here are really sweet and everything but I’m not close to anyone. I think that a big factor that explains why I don’t have a lot of friends here is that I can’t speak French. I understand that if I knew the language, everything would be way easier. I’m not here to complain though so I’ll say that I’m really grateful. A ton of people talk to me and offer me help when I need it and that means a lot to me.
Even after saying good things about y’all and France, I must admit that if I had the opportunity to go back to Italy, I wouldn’t think about it twice. I spent all my life there and leaving everything behind is really not an easy thing to do.
Through this experience, if we can call it this way, I understood that life is like this. People just come and go and you can’t do anything about it ; let it happen and just follow the flow...
I don’t know who will read this but I wish really good things for you.
I wrote what I wanted to so I’ll say bye now. Maybe I’ll see you again with another story, or maybe not, who knows ?
With love, Sahar.
XOXO