My life as an international university student

I live as 2 different people. Every time I refer to myself, I do so in the third person. As a self-proclaimed cinematic connoisseur whose life is solely dominated by 2 emotions: humor and stress I find myself doing actions that make an interesting plot. One major action is leaving my beloved hometown and entering a new world. “The butterfly has finally left the cocoon!” my parents say. Why did I do so? Why did I leave the comforts of my family, my home, my friends, my three meals a day, and freshly cleaned laundry to venture into unknown territory? If it was a job interview or a situation where I deem myself an intellectual person, then my answer would be that I did all this to gain experience and independence and use the abundance of opportunities this land has to offer. Since I am now an unpolished version of myself while writing this, I believe the sole reason for me leaving my home and venturing out to a new land for a minimum of 3 years is just to make my plot more interesting. Life is a movie! And I am the antagonist who is misunderstood but has the most intense character development. Life as an international student sucks. And the reason for that has nothing to do with the city or country you’re in or the fact that you’re away from your family and homesick. It sucks because suddenly everyone’s expectations reach sky-high. You either must come back as Sundar Pichai or you’re a waste. It sucks because the term “relaxation” has been erased from the dictionary of a college student. I cannot keep up with this stress and this constant need to please the perception of a so-called “college student”. Yes, sleeping at 10 pm while watching Meryl Streep act as Julia Child and make French- American dishes for her husband is a valid thing to do on a Friday night. And yes, I do need my “me-time” and sit by myself and listen to music for hours and hours. If you’re wondering what is the point of this blog? Well, there isn’t one. It’s a totally confusing paragraph, with no clear story, no idea which direction it is going, and no idea what it’s trying to say but somehow it’s similar to me as a university student.