There is a time when you realize that life is not what you knew or thought it was. The first place where I struggled to survive alone and uniquely outside the country I live in was Nashville.
At the end of this road that I entered as a child, I learned to transform into a completely different person. Was I ready to take life's biggest impacts? I felt so. But I didn't know that life would hit me harder than I expected. I would learn.
There are times when your location is heavy. Events, people, places and the same paths. Sometimes you just want to go. At the end of this road, I found myself in New York.
Life was once again preparing me for new challenges. I started striving every day to be 1% better than I was before. New people, new city and places where I feel belonging. When I left the city, I made a promise to myself. I would go back to this city where I belong.
New me, new thoughts and preparation for the next step. I was back in the place that was defined as my home. What does it take for a place to be a home? Was this really my home? I was ready now. When you're happy on your own and you realize you don't need anyone, things fall into place. Loneliness was the solution to something.
When I went to Greece for ERASMUS, I entered another analysis process. It gave me a lot of opportunity to be better. I had fully embraced my new personality. After solving the unanswered questions, the path I had to go was clear. I would strive for greatness. I would be different. I would be the best.
