TODAY'S TASK : SURVIVING, ADAPTING, AND ADJUSTING

Surviving is more than just staying alive. It means choosing to keep going even when your daily routines feel heavy and overwhelming. It’s about fighting against all odds, confronting your fears head-on, and pushing yourself to work toward success instead of getting stuck on your problems. Surviving also means stepping out of your comfort zone — meeting new people, building connections, and learning to socialize with those you barely know, even when it feels uncomfortable.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I wasted too much time, and that thought weighs on me. But there’s no turning back now — I’ve already poured so much effort, money, and hope into this. I have to make it count and go home successful. I refuse to let my dreams fail, because choosing this path was my decision. Out of all the countless opportunities I was given before, I picked this one. And I owe it to myself to see it through.

Another day, another chapter of my life to share with all of you, my beloved readers. It’s been days since I last wrote here. To be honest, I haven’t been feeling well, and everything just felt off. But today I realized that I need to put my thoughts into words. Writing here helps ease my boredom and calms the restlessness I’ve been feeling inside. I promise to come back to this page often. Someday, I want to reread these entries and remember where I started. Because every high, every low, and every ordinary day — they’re all part of my journey, and they’re all worth remembering.

Living in this accommodation still feels new to me, but I’m grateful that I was able to adjust fairly quickly. At first it was really challenging, but after some time I finally got used to the routine and the environment. One thing that helps is that I’m naturally good at socializing, so I’m able to stay on good terms with the people around me.

Of course, there are moments when I feel irritated — especially with those who carry a negative aura or a bad attitude. I notice it, and I can feel it. But I choose to just observe for now. It’s something I’m still working on. Deadma!

What bothers me more is when my roommates don’t help with our shared tasks. On the surface I say it’s fine, but deep inside I feel uncomfortable. I believe we all have a responsibility to do our part. Still, I won’t force them or ask them to help. Instead, I catch myself wondering — how will they cope with responsibilities when they’re out there working someday?

I know it’s just a simple task here in the accommodation, but I see it as good practice. It’s a small way to train myself to be responsible, to be consistent, and to get used to doing things properly, even when others don’t.

The tasks were simple — cleaning the kitchen and bathroom, boiling water for coffee, cooking both lunch and dinner, and making sure the water containers were always filled.

We weren’t that many in the quarantine room to begin with, so it should’ve been easier to share the work. But the truth is, only a few of us actually helped out. The rest just watched, and that made everything feel heavier.

It’s been raining non-stop for days now, and because of that our laundry just won’t dry. Worse, it started to smell musty and unpleasant. We had no choice but to take everything to the laundry shop just to get it done properly.

The problem is, the price was not that friendly on the budget. It felt like we were paying extra just because of the weather. But at this point, we’d rather spend a little more than keep wearing clothes that smell bad.

Another training to add to my journey: The American Table Setting. At first it was difficult, but after observing and doing my best to try — even with my palms shaking and my knees feeling weak — I pushed through.

The food here tastes very different from what I’ve been used to eating back home. There are days when I feel unfulfilled and unsatisfied after meals, and I miss the comfort of familiar flavors. But I know I don’t really have a choice right now.

So I’m choosing patience instead. I’m giving myself time to adjust, one meal at a time. Maybe it won’t be my favorite, but it will keep me going. And that’s enough for now. This is just another part of the journey — learning to adapt, even in the small things.

This ends my blog. Thank you for reading and stopping by. Lovelots😘

_Emmin◉⁠‿⁠◉msss

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