Moving Across the Ocean
Its daunting to move to a new place but somehow I have already done it two times. First time left my country and the second time left the city where I finished studying. Its a new beginning every time and every time you are forced to start all over again. You become good at knowing things that make you comfortable, things that you cannot live without. It is a process that gets frustrating at times, not going lie. Sometime you want to scream and just wish you had someone to help you take care of all the things you have to do to start living a comfortable life. You feel it will never end. But as time goes by you slowly start becoming comfortable in the new nest you created for yourself. I left Bangladesh mostly because I could not be myself. I felt trapped. Trapped in my own mind, in my own thoughts, censored my every move, my every idea. It was hard being a women and exist the way everyone wants you to exist. If I have stayed longer, I might have gone crazy. No...