A month ago I moved to London and started a new life, I got a job and decided to live a bit more. Before moving here, though, I thought that it would have been easier for me thinking about my future in a place that is not home. A place where nobody knows me and nobody can tell me what to do or make decisions for me.
A month later I realized that I still don't know what to do with my life, I don't know what I want or what I am good at. Did the moving help, you may ask?
I don't think so.
Being away from home does not mean I am more mature or more conscious about my career.
The question that come first on my mind though is how can people expect a nineteen year old to decide what to do for the rest of her life?
How can I possibly decide what's good for me and what's not? Why do I have to choose something that I'm not sure of just because it might – or might not, who knows?, help me finding a job in the future that will allow me to save up some money and live a decent life?
All I know at this point of my life is that I am surely not mature enough to make that decision, I am not ready to decide what is right for me and for my future. And it really sucks.
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