I remember, when I was in high school, I always said; “I want to go to America” when someone threw me a question about my future plan. Years have gone by and I entered college, the thought of going to America was just like a random childhood dream which forgotten when a new toy is found. In my first year at college, I decided to go to Europe, simply because of my senior got to study in the Netherlands. And as I have posted before, I finally did it. I went to Scotland to study and visited some European countries.
While pursuing my study in Scotland, some friends invited me to go to the US. It brought back the dream I had a long time ago. However, no one can defy the time from running so quick. I had to go back to the country where I belong and drew off that idea. Well, I was trying to think positive that it might not my fate to be there.