Good things are often hard

" If exchanges were easy everyone would do it". I read this quote during my initial days here and I like to repeat it in my head when I feel it is getting hard.

The days here are often great which are often over before you realise but there are days which are hard as well.

There are days at length when each morning I wake up confused. There is always so much to do that a lot of times I am clueless about what to do and what to skip.

There are days when I am overwhelmed but I don't know how to let it all out. In the beginning there were days when it used to be almost frustrating for me to handle stuff.

Somehow I could manage the days but in the evenings when I used to talk to my friends it would often get it all out on them. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't completely interppret my feelings or express it to them either. This would make me feel even more frustrated on the inside.

But after the initial one month I realised was just troubling them with my issues and there was no way they could help me out. I was making them worried for no good reason.

So I eventually made it a point to try not to share my problems with them. Now whenever I have an issue or I need some advice I like to share it with my roommates. More often than not they are able to relate and help me out.

Now I realise, I just needed some time to adjust in my new environment and understand things. Its not really bad just gets a little stressful sometimes. So, this week I also begin to go for the evening walks as it helps me to relieve stress and feel fresh.

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