Starting over is unpleasant

The last time I moved to a place where I knew NO ONE, I was 19. People told me I shouldn’t move to a boring college town in the middle of nowhere from the vibrant East Coast. They said I should invest in a private college education where I could make the “right connections” instead of going to a cheap state school.

Going to the University of Iowa would later turn out to be one of the best decisions I have ever made. It was the environment I needed to grow and be nurtured. It was where I realized the sky is my limit. I never forgot what I learned there. I even tried to build upon it and pass on the spirit to my eventual students. 

Before I came to Auckland, people had also told me I deserved something “better” or simply should just drop the entire idea of getting more education to focus on finding a husband. Some of the comments were ludicrous and easily ignored, but some did hurt because it came from those I love.

Again, I took the leap because I believed it picked me for a reason and I would be able to live the life I wanted here.

Even though things haven’t been going as smoothly as I hoped and building everything from scratch is a scary and lonely experience, one day I’ll be glad I made the bold move when I could still afford to.



About Nicky

Nicky English is a journalist, an educator, a podcaster, a couch potato, a dreamer, and a child at heart. Learning is her passion, so is the English language, which she believes is the tool to unlock the door of knowledge. Born in Hong Kong, she received intensive writing training at The University of Iowa, where she double-majored in journalism and political science. Apart from the Hawkeye State, she’s lived in Chicago and Philadelphia. When she was a guest student at Georgetown University, she fell in love with Washington, D.C. She also has a Master of Arts in Communication. A little side note—she cannot imagine a world without her Mac and iDevices. Like many crazy ones, she hopes to change the world one day at a time.
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