moving to a new city was daunting, I had thought that I would look at the world differently, that there would be people who would listen to me and will be with me. the first week of college was a nightmare, there was a lack of kind words and emotional support and it is imperative in the first week when you have moved somewhere. thus i had felt not wanted and there was no one that I could talk to. it has been a struggle more or less especially mental when you keep wondering what you should do with yourself but later i did find people who supported me and cared for me and i am very grateful for the people who are in my life right now
your story reminded me of mine. the ghost of loneliness in my early days of moving to delhi, and its winter. it was bittersweet, would’ve been nice to have people to share my chai with in dilli ki sardi. but only i know how i dealt with that whole phase, when there was no one else to share that newness with me. no one who was also facing everything as i was. i was on my own for the longest and eventually i started warming up to some people at the office. it got better. and i understand how that was all part of the process to get to a point where i didn’t feel lonely, but home is home. and family is family, and i miss it like anything.