Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing the right thing.

I moved sooo far away from everyone I loved (and the yummiest food), to come to a strange country where I knew literally one person (love ya, girl!).

And some people have said that was brave: The act of leaving everything I've known, on my own, in search of better pastures. But I don't know if that's more true than it's also me running away from problems instead of dealing with them. Sure, my problems included being deeply unhappy and feeling powerless and becoming more unhappy because of it, but it could also be argued that a more resilient person would have seen the difficulties and tried to find solutions for them, grassroots style.

But that's not me I guess. And on days like these, I know that whatever adjective we want to put on it - 'brave' or 'cowardly' - I came out better for it. :)

I hope everyone else does too.