I’m a first-year international student, I know I don’t have to say it cos it’s written all over me. I’m excited yet overwhelmed, all in the same bag. I’ve prepared this outfit in my head for days, but I guess you’d never get to see it. For now, I won’t be picking steeze over freeze. Nothing could under prepare me for the arctic Manitoba. First, I thought the TikTok reviews were an exaggeration, but I guess I’m not so evolved to adapt in this nation. So till then, I’ll be sunk in my 2kg boot and wrapped in a duvet with furs you call a winter jacket. I guess all I need to know is the bus 8, bus 17 and a taxi number if I miss them both. Don’t be too surprised if you see me cross paths with you again, it’s not destiny, I’m just figuring out my map.
The awkwardness in my hand wondering who gets to do the first wave, myself or the two people I met at orientation a day before. Do they remember my name, or do we just walk away like yesterday was part of my delusions. My legs were too fast, couldn’t get them to brake at Bailey’s, my appetite too shy to take a seat at Harvest Hall and my girl math won’t let me buy anything off that vending glass.
I guess I’ll film my OOTD when I get back or maybe not cos I’ll be reminiscing what could have been better or what went majorly bad. Embarrassing moments of spilling my tea or not getting waved back at. Gather my thoughts bigger than my overhauled bag and trying not to forget lunch next time. But till then, I’m that girl in the hallway watching “Aaron Pierre that’s Mufasa” for the tenth time on TikTok to avoid launching weird eye contacts.