Goodbye urban life! Hello big city...

 As some of you might already know, I come from a rural part of the country, land that was used to plant crops and raise animals. Most of the families that lived there had done so for hundreds of years. The countryside had many incredible things to offer, even if it was far away from school and other modern-day establishments. Nothing could compare to the vast green spaces that covered the land and the chirping of crickets late at night.

My family owned a small farm with cows, chickens, corn, and believe it or not, bees that would make honey for us to sell every morning at a local market. Selling what we could get from our animals and plants was our only source of income, it wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep us satisfied, this all changed, of course, last year when sales started to drop and drought destroyed what was left of our fields, and so a few months ago I said goodbye to my old rural life.

(Pictures above, some flower pics I took before we left and a building I liked when we arrived)

Coming to the city has been an interesting experience so far, when my family first arrived we were greeted with kindness by our new neighbors. We live in a rather poor part of the city, with people that share problems similar to ours. One of our neighbors, in particular, is an old woman by the name of Clara that befriended my parents rather quickly, it was nice to see them already making friends, I, on the other hand, struggle immensely with the idea of having to meet new people, I’m starting school again tomorrow so I’ll try to write on a future entry about how that goes.

As I talked with my grandpa yesterday, I discovered that I wasn’t the only one struggling to adapt to big city life, and so I decided to finally open up about what this experience has so far meant to me and the people I care about, as I believe we can all learn something from it.

My parents had lived their entire lives as farmers, they loved getting their hands dirty when working to plant new crops and taking care of their animals brought them lots of joy, even if it was hard work with little pay in return. Our farm was a family business, one that they had hoped I would join someday, but, as my grandpa told me, this is now no longer possible, I hadn’t really thought about it, but moving to the big city meant having to sell our old home, and it devastated my parents, even if they now think it is for the best. My dad recently got a job working for some company and things are starting to look better lately, but I still feel like he and everyone else including myself are far from letting go of our old lives.

Moving to a completely different environment to the one I grew up in has been a difficult task, but to my dear readers out there, if you’re experiencing something similar, know that you are not alone. Migrating seems to be a growing trend with nothing to stop it, but if you ever find yourself in a similar position, remember that things can get better, it’s hard, but I’m hopeful!