Take Two

Yes, it has been a while since I wrote. I would apologize but I know I will do it again, so there is no need for apologises. Actually, I wrote this entry June 22nd but I never published it. Don't ask me why becase I honestly don't know.

I wish I could start from the very beginning or at a “juicy” part of my life but to tell you the truth I don’t feel like it. So instead I will start from now. Let’s get the basics out of the way first; my name is Damaqu Meronvil, I am a 23-years-old Masters student at Cardiff University…silence… it is in Wales…which is in the United Kingdom…bingo. Seriously, everyone I tell out Cardiff University here in the state looks at me with such a blank face and so I attempt to clarify by telling them it is in Wales, and again the blank face. I could never win. But when I finally say it is in the United Kingdom they understand as though that is the country. Actually, people around here may think that the United Kingdom is a country. Well as for me I always thought Ireland was part of the United Kingdom until I was set straight by my Irish flatmate here in Cardiff.

Alright, back to the basic, so yeah I am a Masters student studying International Journalism. There are days I enjoy it and there are days I want to crawl under my bed and hide from the world because it seems like it will crash on top of me. Cardiff is a great place to be, but honestly I don’t think I was emotionally ready for the independence I got myself into. However, because of Cardiff I learned a lot about myself and lfe, I think, well hopefully I did.

You know it is the oddest feeling living away- far, far away from home with no family or familiar face in sight. There are the days that are exciting and the days you think to yourself, “what in the world am I doing here”. I experience the latter about a few times a week. But through all this blah blah blah complaining I always find myself doing, I really enjoy Cardiff mostly because of the people I met, relationships (romantic ones), friendships, and just the vibe in general.

Something else I always find myself doing is starting something like this, exactly this, a journal, a diary, a blog whatever you want to call it but never go pass the second entry. Wait, I’m lying I did do something similar while I was in living in Valencia, Spain. I started typing into my Yahoo Notebook like a diary. I was there for six months and I wrote about five entries, very angry and very happy entries. Trust me that is impressive for a person like me. I usually stop at the first entry and then get bored after that and forget about it; almost like what happened with this blog. I just recently remembered it. Hopefully, this time I go beyond the first entry and continue on, which is what I am doing now. I am not trying to make this like a daily habit or anything but I hope I can remember from time to time to come back to this and build up something.

Well like I said we’ll see.