It’s 8 PM on Saturday night. I am just laying down alone in my bed with R n B music play out loud and a bottle of rose wine. Feeling kind of lonely but having no idea what I have to do or where I have to go. But, even if I have to go somewhere, I do not know whom am I going to meet as I am pretty new in this town and do not have so many friends yet. I must admit that I often miss my friends and my family.

Funny enough, whenever I complain how lonely I am to my fiancé, my fiancé often says to me like this “Even in a big city, one often feels lonely.”

And here I am laying down with a lonely feeling, listening to loud music  and acting like a miserable person. But somehow, I remember  what I often say to myself ‘You will never know what you will find as you step out of your door. So, don’t just stay at home and try to go out.’