I applied for exchange mainly because studying abroad has taught me more than a few intangible things and challenged in more ways than I thought possible. After 2 years in Beijing, I have adapted to the life there and have gotten so comfortable that the itch to venture out of my comfort zone returned, big time. Life in Beijing has had its ups and downs, but the ups outnumber the downs (eg. the once-a-year-food-poisoning-hospital-visit) Returning home to Singapore was like taking a break from my life in Beijing. Imagine the clock time keeping clock used in a Scrabble competition, one clock ticks and the other stops, and this repeats itself. In many ways, going home to Singapore was like putting my Beijing life on pause for a few weeks, then letting it tick again. It was time to stop playing pause and play. How many other opportunities will I have in the rest of my life where I can live for months in a foreign country (excluding work)? Probably none.
The rational self me decided to pursue my logical, dominant strategy of GOING ON EXCHANGE (YAY!) before any other actor comes into play and turns this into a prisoners' dilemma. I had a semester to ready myself for the reality of uprooting and moving to a country whose language I cannot fluently speak/understand, BY MYSELF. Yet arriving in Korea after the rowdy and heartwarming sendoff from my friends the night before in Beijing, I realised that I had not fully prepared myself to deal with the loneliness that struck the moment my plane landed at Incheon International Airport. And it struck hard.
Four weeks on, the loneliness has slowly ebbed away, only appearing abruptly in moments when I feel helpless or tired. The first week of school was when loneliness was on its prowl, and a fresh wave of tears would make its way to my eyes when I thought I spotted a familiar face but realise in a split second that it was not possible for that friend was back in Beijing. Sometimes I feel like if I turn back, I can see a friend zipping down the road in her little pink scooter and asking me if I would like a lift to wherever I am going. One of the first thoughts when I make a new discovery was wishing that my friends were here to share that moment.
Don't get me wrong: I have made more than a few friends here, and they have been nothing short of AWESOME, but this saying totally describes how I feel- new friends are silver and old friends are gold. All precious, but incomparable.
So all those moments you see on Instagram/Facebook/Wechat? They are but fleeting moments, and I shared them because I wanted to be able to look back and know that there were good times. Don't know if it is just me, but I recall the moments of anxiety, worry and stress way more easily than I do the happy ones, so those moments are mainly for my references when I talk a walk down memory's lane.
I have been here almost four weeks, and already I feel like I am a slightly different person than when I left Beijing a month ago, and most definitely more grown up than the me who had just completed high school and who naively thought university would be way better than high school (right now I would rank them equally).
Would I have had chosen another path had I been able to turn the clock back to 2011? I can tell you in a heartbeat that I would not. As Frost aptly wrote:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
I took the one less traveled by, | |
And that has made all the difference. |
Excited about the MT tomorrow~ Goodnight:)