4th of June 2019, 18:31pm
After I moved, I was forced to start learning a new language, but also to change my way of living.
The relationship with my mom was weird, and we both knew it. The first few weeks it kinda felt uncomfortable in a way as well, which made it hard for us to talk. I loved Norway. It is a beautiful country, and it was all new it kinda felt like a dream. I used to say that on the 22nd of June 2013 I was reborn and started my life all over.
I started school in late August, it was a school where you would learn Norwegian for a year (or until the teachers think you're ready to switch to a "normal" school). All we did there was talk, there weren't really many different subjects, but it was quite intense, since we weren't allowed to speak English, only Norwegian. It's hard to learn a language, and you feel stupid when you go outside and people try to talk to you and all you can say is "I'm sorry, I don't speak a lot of Norwegian" (It felt so weird writing this sentence since I haven't used it in SOOOO long).
It was really hard, but little by little I started learning, and it wasn't all that bad. I knew they would let me switch soon and it kept me motivated.
My relationship with my mom got better as we got closer and closer, and it was a relief. I thought my problems finally vanished.
Until I started junior high. I was 13, only lived here for a year which meant my Norwegian skills weren't really the best. I remember the first day. I came in, and the teachers were like "you all sitting here all come from 3 different schools", she listed all of them and surprise surprise (not) my school wasn't on the list.
When he had to present ourselves and it was my turn, everyone looked at me like I was an alien from another planet. That was when I realized I'm probably gonna be an outcast here too. So much for a better life.
I made a friend, this other girl who was weaker in Norwegian than me, also lived here for a bit more than a year. Others had no interest to talk to me whatsoever even when I was trying my best to talk to everyone. This girl who I became friends with, let's call her Phoebe, was from Thailand, so people were quick to assume I spoke Thai and that was the reason I was friends with Phoebe. I was upset, not only were people ignoring me, but also being all rude and making stupid comments.
Because of language barrier, I wasn't able to talk a lot with Phoebe, on some level yes, but not a lot. I had no other friends or relatives to talk about teenage things. So I suffered alone. At this point most of my Lithuanian friends stopped writing to me, that's why I really had nobody. It was painful.
This was the start of my issues. The years that ruined my life the most, but also made me stronger.
To be continued...
