Нийтэлсэн: 02.01.2020
One should invite doubts in and offer them a cup of coffee or tea. Well, I've done that enough in the past few days and doubt has been an unwelcome guest to me. Maybe I'm just not cut out to be an immigrant and I belong in postcard Switzerland with all the other traditionalists. What devil possessed me to come to Canada and sit here all day browsing the internet? Like an old man in a retirement home, I roam the internet and visit all the platforms multiple times a day, hoping to find some hidden treasure somewhere. Well, all beginnings are hard and it's even harder to be alone. And despite the constant doubter in my mind, something like hope, longing, or another feeling remains that keeps me going. In all the emigration movies, emigrating is portrayed much easier, especially when the days full of successes and failures are condensed into a few minutes. In doubt, you stand there like a scarecrow and don't know if moving would lead you to the valley where there is an exit or if you're moving towards a dead end. But actually, the dead end doesn't matter, as long as you're moving.