Before I came to Canada, I thought I would live an elite study abroad life:
Drink coffee, go to prestigious schools, make friends, fall in love, and reach the peak of life.
It was only after I came to Canada that I learned:
There is no peak, but the snow is quite thick.
This book has no chronological order or main plot, only some fragments of life:
The first time I fell in the snow and doubted my life, the first time I went to the hospital and couldn't understand what the doctor said, the first time I couldn't finish my homework until 3:30 in the morning, the first time I struggled for ten minutes in the supermarket for a three Canadian dollar cucumber.
I'm not very inspirational.
I just can carry it.
Sometimes I feel that I can't hold on, but I will still go out as usual the next day, go to class as usual, and live as usual.
I write these days into short paragraphs.
Because if I don't write it down, I'm afraid I'll forget——
I was once so embarrassed and lived so seriously.
Intention: stick to it