Somewhere along the line I must have thought I was moving to America. The land where the impossible happens, where people take chances, and beginners can be millionaires just by believeing in their dreams, petty ideas and someone would be ready to give them a jolt in the right direction, helping them to pave the way to making that dream happen.

However, I have been faced with nothing but negativity, pessimissm and a whole lot of people who don't cross the road without looking twice, and twice again. The people here are so afraid of taking any chance on anything, they immediately hear my accent and they think to themselves, "Okay someone not from around here, so let's just keep going, nothing to see here." It makes me almost afraid, and unsure of my life decision to move here. Almost hateful of the rose-colored glasses with which I viewed the people here all my life, almost ashamed that I chose them amongst a host of other countries I could have gone to in pursuit of my life dreams, almost makes me think less of them with each passing day, each passing breath.

It's okay. I'm okay. The dreams are broken but not shattered. There must be a risk-taker lost in the midst of all the over-cautious boring predicatable ma's and pa's swimming in this choking sea. Either that or I would be forced to actually move to Europe where I would get what I am expecting and get something extraordinary perhaps as a surprise to me. They've often said the people there are not nice, rude and snobbish. I should possibly expect the opposite just like I've gotten nothing but the opposite of what I got from US. Truly, to say I am disappointed is an understatement. It's hard to coincide mydreams with what I've been handed a second-hand opportunity from a third-grade chance.

It's so hard.