My story began when I was in the 8th grade when the seed was implanted in my head, that I must study abroad. Reasons are many and they are quite known why you should leave Romania. But I said to myself that I’m going to study abroad no matter what, I’ve been told that it’s impossible, unrealistic, you’re too stupid to do that, you’re too dumb etc. Honestly I wanted to succeed not because to show them that I can, but to show to myself that I can do it. That’s how I failed the first attempt and then everyone was like I told you, so everyone told me to quit this and move on like a “normal” human. What do we learn when we fall? To crawl? No, to get the fu** up and keep on going because “it’s not about how hard you hit, it’s about how hard you get hit and keep moving forward”. All the time I succeeded but in my 2nd attempt so I learned from my mistakes and got my things together. So here I am now, I’m not the person to complain about things because I knew that it was going to be hard so I want to say that I came here mentally prepared, but after 3 months of rough shit, I got my 2nd job and I’d like to describe it as being perfect. This was the first week since I’m here when I was genuinely happy. This feeling is nothing you can compare it with, this ‘FINALLY I DID IT’ and if there’s anything I learned is that consistency and failure is the key to success. But this is just and only the beginning of a story, a story in which I’m going to accomplish everything I have ever dreamt about because that’s what makes you feel successful, not specifically the money or whatever you get, but the feeling that you’ve done it, from just a little idea to the road to your dreams. “ Your purpose of life is to find your purpose”