It was nice working there since there were many people of my nationality and I felt like I was in my own neighborhood but as I became familiar with the work I started to find it really unexciting.
Everyone else thought I was just talking about moving and did not believe I would go through with it. Everybody used to leave home so early, come back late, eat and sleep.
We were required to spend a minimum of eight hours with them, getting to know them and learning about their culture and how it relates to ours. I would always casually snicker at the sight and thought of such an event. Waiting for me to give an action, as the reaction, for those seven words that were not even affecting me in any ways.
The divorces you tend to see in movies, where the parents might not like eachother but they still chose to put their children first and make the situation less stressful is something I have always wanted.
But then once the other posters came down, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I really started to question whether I wanted to go through with moving to Arizona.
My friends at work seemed as if they were sad that I was leaving, too.