So it’s the moment. I’m the last one in the town, the others left. They went to bigger cities, to universities, or looking for a job outside.
I don’t want to be one of those who stay all life in the town, looking at the same landscape, meeting the same people. Or maybe not, because this isn’t anymore the town I born and raised. Maybe it’s the same town, but not the same people, and it looks like a very different place.
Now I have to meet new people for the rest of the year, I have to make new friends, until I leave next year, God willing, to the city.
This is difficult for me because I’ve never been good talking to strangers and making new friends, and the ones I had were since I was a kid.
Perhaps now that I’m forced to do it I will change and improve myself. I’m starting a new period in life in which I have to take my own way and I won’t get it if I don’t try.
What can go wrong?