Two months and my vandalized bike

In only one week, I would have spent two months at Wartburg College. A lot of experiences have happened to me so far, some of them nice but some of them pretty challenging. Living far from home is more difficult that what it though, especially because I have started to feel things that I have never felt before, but the effort is worth considering the good things that I have experienced so many beautiful things.

Since the moment I got inside the plane that was taking me to the US I knew that the only way to make of this a success, would be by keeping a good attitude. So I decided not to let myself think about things like how much I miss home and all that. But now I have understood that I just cannot avoid it, I have to think and talk about these things, because if not, they started to accumulate in my head and suddenly explode. 

I had one specific experience that made me reconsider talking about my feelings, the story of my bike. Once I was walking to Wal-Mart because I decided to buy one specific thing, a bicycle; this idea came to me because at that moment I was feeling that I would like to explore more Waverly by my own. I was at halfway from Wal-Mart when someone in a car sounds the horn. It was Kevin, the president of the international students program here at Wartburg, he offered me to take to Walmart. So when we were on the way to it I told him what I was going to buy. He answered me that he had a used bicycle at a warehouse close to the college, and he offered to borrow it to me. I was very happy, we went to there and he gave me the bicycle. For around twenty days used the bicycle so much. Until one day I woke up and I didn’t found it. Then I looked all around the campus. I found outside the student center, but it was vandalized. For some reason that made me feel so bad, at that moment I just wanted to be in my home, in my country, with my family and friends, I felt so lonely, like if the person who did, (probably someone drunk) wanted to make damage to me. That is the moment when I realized that it was not really what happened with the bike that was making me feel that way.  It took me a couple of days before start feeling better (emotionally), the security people caught the guy who did it, however I don’t know if I am going to get another bike from Kevin, but after that event, I feel that I am more conscious about my feelings here and by expressing them I feel that I can handle them better than just not saying them. I am excited for all what is coming, live and particularly this experience is like a rollercoaster, so I have to enjoy the ride!