Living Away From Home Analysis

It is hard for me to believe that it’s been more or less 3 years since I stepped out of the plane in Dhaka. Three years of highs and lows, and almost everything and anything you might expect from a big move to a foreign country.

Living away from your home can be a really fascinating and extraordinary experience, but at the same moment it has very important effects on one’s life. Packing up all your things into two carry-on bags. Your dad going through that luggage and making you narrow it down to 7 shirts instead of 20. Reminding you that you don’t even wear some of these. Along with letting those shirts go (sad stuff, right?) you are also letting go of friendships, relationships and comfort.

A wise man once said: “the reason we move to

Chase them even if the distance seems too enormous and the situations not right, because you never know where it could lead or how long it might last because, once in a while you meet the one and when you do, (than its all rainbows and butterflies) you should do everything you can to stay with them. My math skills strengthened up as I was always trying to convert local currency to your home currency. Countering someone in any language but the language they are speaking. The stories I will have to tell for the rest of my life are so unbelievable most people will think I am exaggerating. Having to say hello for the first time and having to say goodbye for the final time. Not many people get to experience this, but I have perfected it. This could quite possibly be the hardest and most dreaded part of my life. The major effect, and also a very usual one, is that once I started a regular life away from home, I started missing everything. This fact doesn't mean that I was unhappy but that I was aware of being on my own. Missing my family and the attention they all paid to me is a very usual thing to do. Little details like sitting on a Saturday morning watching TV alone instead of helping my family in organizing things or having a nice chat with them makes me realize how valuable my family really is. But the friends I made here they never let me feel that

Since I am living in a place with different customs and traditions from ours, I had to grow myself in these unknown circumstances. This meant making new friends, learning their points of view, accepting different opinions and values, and grasping every opportunity I had to go to new places. Places, which turned into memories for life. People who I won’t be able to forget till the end of times. Friends, it feels good to look back on these three years full of awesome trips and hangouts with them. Through this I came to know that my initial perspective about Bangladesh was wrong. I reached to a point where I am like “this is it, I am not leaving Bangladesh. This is just like