Study Abroad Series are little flashback narrations of my study abroad experience in Europe.
I had lived alone before, but that was inside my own country. I knew the language, I knew the jokes, I knew how to get food, I knew where to go and not to go. As difficult as it was, I had this bubble of protection, a safe haven because I was in my own territory. Living alone abroad though was no easy task. For the first time I realized that I didn’t know how to operate a washing machine. The definition of laundry in my country is to give it to someone and by the end of the day you’ll get a pile of clean clothes, no fuss, no mess. A spoilt brat I was, I thought to myself. I dreaded going to the laundry room, all they gave me was a coin, and they expected me to know how to operate the damn machine, which had instructions only in French?! A friend snapped me out of my dreary first time laundry fear. He asked if we could do the laundry together, because he had never done it either.
Yes my living alone was never actually alone. All I needed to do was look around, listen up and there was always someone offering me a hand, smiling and willingly open to help.
The laundry was done, the weather was nice. It was time to celebrate my personal achievement of the day.