Happy Birthday to Me. #25

I’m 25 Years Old And I Think I’m Finally Learning How To Be Happy. For many years, I felt I was lonely in this world. Yes, I have a big family and had lots of friends, but everything around me made me feel lonely. I always felt unhappy. Hate going to school , always tried making new friends. I am an immigrated, who came to New York at the age of 2 years old. I always felt that I don’t belong here. I know a lot of people would love to come to New York , everyone’s dream, but mine was to run away from New York. I do believe I’ll fit better somewhere in Europe. I got married to my best friend and lover , and moved to Long Island, away from Brooklyn, New York. People are nicer here, they look at you and smile 😃 I love being here, I love the silences around me. I do hope one day I get to call London (My home) it’s been about 6-7 years that I dreamt of building my life there. Today, I turned 25 and feel the happiest I ever was.