I think I have my dates all wrong. On Monday, I rearranged my evening, my workout regimen, everything to hurry off to the Yelp Atlanta Meet and Drink at marlow's Tavern. Except it was for the following Monday. I got there all prettied up and it was stark empty just as empty as you would expect a bar to be on a Monday night. I just had to ask the bartender in a not so eager voice, where the group was, and he responded oh so casually, "oh, it's next Monday night, as in the 25th. Are you going to come?"
To that I had no response. Am I ready to rearrange another Monday night. I just said, Yeaah, I guess. Since we've already started on this journey, we might as well. Then, I sat there and ate and drank like I actually wanted to come to a Bar on a Monday night.
It cannot be that hard to meet people. It was never this hard in Lagos, people wanted to be friends with me. I don't know why it should be that hard here. My co-worker asked the formidable question every American wants to ask but either doesn't know how, or has been moved to ask even after they just meet me, or have asked at job interviews, or has thought about asking and just bite their tongues because they cannot.
The question is: Is life better here (as in America) than it is in Nigeria?
That's the million dollar question.
Considering I have no friends, and no social life, and I haven't had a boyfriend since I moved here. I am not sure how politely to answer that question. It's more of put 2 and 2 together. If you had met me in Nigeria and now, would you say I am a happier person now than I was then. I don't even know the answer to that. Just some fundamentals are missing in the 2 countries and if I could move them around, then I would be in a happy place. But right now...I am still trying to get my dates right.
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