It's sort of interesting to remember now why I started writing a journal.
It was after I settled my life in Hong Kong. Those were hard times - a new city, a new enviroment, a new style of life, new people.
No family.
No matter how much I fought, at that time it was painful to realize I had no place to come back. Even if my uncle had helped me, I thought I had no right to go into his life like that. So I had to find my way on my own.
So to write a journal felt like a therapy. It was the simple exercise to write what happened every day. It helped me a lot through that time, now that I think about it.
And somehow, I kept this habit through the years. It feels right to keep it now, especially that I've moved to a new country.
I start working next monday.
I'll finally start working as a doctor! I'm excited about this, a chance to study and work at Axis Memorial is very special, I must enjoy it to its fullest.
I'm taking this time to get used to the place. A new country is completely different from moving to a new city only. But this is really interesting. But it's stressful how the apartment never seems to get ready.
I want to stop sleeping among boxes.
And I'm sincerely surprised with the amount of stuff I have. Packing never seemed so endless.
Unpacking seems just as endless.
Things will be ready until next monday though! They will!
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THINGS TO DO: (because it's better than trust my memory)
- Organize the apartment (open the last boxes, fix the curtains)
- Buy food (once I figure what I'll have for dinner)
- Learn the strategic places in the Axis
- Buy some flowers to decorate the place!
