My first week of Poland was the weirdest thing I have ever experienced. This week was a bunch of slaps in my face (just a metaphor don´t worry). I was trying so hard to believe that I was no longer at home, that I wouldn´t be at home for one more year. But this part was the ¨okay¨ part. The hard part was spending my frigging birthday sleeping cause I had jet lag, yep, I woke up at five pm in my birthday. That doesn´t sounds great!?
Bydgoszcz is one of the best things I have ever done. I met amazing people, I made friendships that I´m sure that will last forever.
I think this was the hardest part. Attending a new school in your own city is hard, so now imagine to attend a new one in the other face of the world. You can´t understand anything, and this is not the kind of ¨I don´t understand math¨ , this is the kind of ¨ what the hell is he talking about¨.
I am doing really great. I am getting used to the weather and I am growing up really fast.
And I just realized that being here it´s a God present.