I love the
rain in this country – I love it because it feels a little bit like home. You
need to stay in side; everything becomes a little bit cozier. Of course, it tis
not fun to be out in the street when it arrives, but siting inside hearing the dripping
on the thin roof is soothing!
I have
started to adapt. Since the internship started I feel more secure at home, at
my street and in my neighborhood. In contrast to the new impressions
and feelings of being an alien in a foreign planet (which, I guess, is natural
the first week at an internship, in a governmental institution, in a foreign
country, with a foreign language) I now feel I know my street and the people
that live here better. This is my home, my safe haven – and I’m so happy I feel that
way!
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