I had been here for over 15 years. I felt like a member of the people here. I knew their habits and flaws like the back of my hand. I always knew that this was my happy place. I mean, I knew it the minute I understood their humor. And I had also bowed not to move until I had tried everything that a country has to offer. The culture, their hobbies, and their food. And it's not that I conformed, this place grew on me and I stayed. As simple as that. Yet, there were many things that I hadn't been able to achieve. And one of those things was, to have a real friend. I knew many people. Yet, it never came close to what I had with my best friends, who of course, I met when I was in High School. Nothing ever came close to that. No matter how hard I tried. And this made me feel defeated at times. I couldn't shake the feeling of not being able to make a real friend in 15 years. I had tried hanging out with my colleagues. I had tried hanging out with my clients. I had tried hanging o...