Is my exchange program being what I expected?

It has been almost two months since I moved to Chicago and I couldn't be more enthusiastic about it. That's the first time I am living by myself for a long period. In my home country, I live with my parents but in the Windy City, I share the apartment with two girls.

I feel that this journey is different and I know that it has changed me, although I just began. In the deep of my heart, I feel I am someone new. I needed to learn how to cook and to be friends with people from several countries. It's been amazing and I am so glad that I have the opportunity to be here.

We know that time flies so we try to enjoy it as much as we can every day. Otherwise, we are going to die without really knowing life and I am sure I don't want it — that's why I am trying to improve myself and have the career I always dreamed of.

While I am here, I expect to live. I still haven't done all that I wanted or meet someone special. At least, I have lost and found myself a thousand times in streets, avenues, deadlines and in my soul. I believe you, dear reader, is wondering what I have done in my birthday, so, yes, surprise: I got lost in the city that never sleeps on the second year in a row aka New York City.

I feel so lucky about that and I wanted to share the joy with you all. But life is not what we imagine. Despite having all this good time, I went through some bad shit too. I cried because I felt lonely, I lost one of the best gifts I ever had and I miss(ed) my dog so much.

And again, it's okay. I am trying to figure out who I am after all these years because they changed the way I used to think and made me freeze on time. I regret it a little bit but I know they were important to make me become who I am today: a brave dreamer who is only afraid of not writing the best book people have ever seen.

I guess I am doing well because I had no high expectations. Chicago wasn't a plan — it happened in a different way. First, shy and quiet. Now it's hitting me like a rock once I miss a lot of things back home.

In a short way, what I miss the most is the feeling of belonging somewhere and feeling loved, although it's long gone. Maybe that's just a silly fear… Who knows. I am still discovering who I am and getting lost in the world. I hope the journey keeps being memorable and that I let the Wind take me to places I have never been before.