Translated…
As I first arrived into the homestay family in Canada, I’d become, totally, fatigued from the long flight, the strange environment and the unfamiliar people there, along with the language that I didn’t learn yet, I’d felt so panicky and lonely, and had, cried myself to sleep at night.
not my photograph…
A week later, the homestay mom told me, “there would be someone from your school who will be moving in here tonight next door”, after I’d heard, I’d felt, ecstatic.
And, waited until my next-door room neighbor moved in, and adjusted to the jet lag, I couldn’t wait, to drag him all over the schools to visit around, then, took him on the subways.
And, spending all that time together, it’d brought us closer and closer to each other, we’d become, the best of friends. One day, I’d told him, sensibly, “I’m so thankful for you, my roomie”. He’d smiled back and replied, “I’m even more grateful, because I’d not felt a bit lonely, because you’re here with me.”
Hearing him saying that, I was, all of a sudden, filled with this moving sentiment, thankful for you, and thankful for me too.
not my photograph still…
So, this, is how important finding that connection to someone is, especially when you’re in a totally foreign country, you would need a friend that you can talk to, to lean on, so does he, and together, you two became the best of friends, not just because the two of you spoke the same language, but because you’re in that similar predicament, going through similar things in life…
Life, the Obstacle Course 