Do you have a story about working alone in a foreign land?

After the college entrance examination, I don't want to stay in Shiyan when I fill in my volunteers, and I don't like the traffic in Wuhan. So I chose a place I didn't even know I had never been to-Xianning. Later, I learned that it was only a county-level city. School is about to start. My brother bought me a ticket online and called me to tell me about the ticket collection and the safety problems on the train. This is my first time out of town. First time, by train. But nobody saw me off. I want my father to take me there. But he said: You are eighteen years old and an adult. It's time for you to be independent. You must do a lot of things by yourself. In this way, I dragged a big suitcase alone, because it was too far away, I didn't bring a quilt, only clothes. There is only one through train from Shiyan to Xianning at night. My brother contacted a cousin who went to work in Shiyan in advance and asked him to take me to the station. I dragged my suitcase and sat on the flower stand next to the railway station square, waiting for him all afternoon. That cousin hurried to the railway station after work and took me to dinner. Then he bought me two bottles of water and a bag of food, and even an umbrella, telling me that he checked the weather forecast in Xianning and said that there would be heavy rain on the day I arrived. When eating, he used a map to check the route for me and told me where to go after getting off at the train station and which bus to take to school. Because Shiyan-Xianning leaves at night and arrives at four or five in the morning, it is impossible for the school to pick up the new school bus so early. I really felt super warm at that time. Cousin is so good, I almost cried.

It was raining cats and dogs in Xianning when I arrived at the station in the morning. Because it is a county-level city, there is no feeling of bright lights outside the small railway station, but it is dark, and only a few street lamps are emitting faint light. The bus has not started yet. I don't know anywhere. Although I am afraid, I dare not cry. Finally, I was brave enough to carpool to school with other people's parents.

I didn't shed tears all the way. I entered the dormitory and finally couldn't help it. I looked at my roommates, all accompanied and escorted by my parents. Some people even go to help them buy daily necessities, clean and make their beds. And I, from beginning to end, am a person. Buy everything yourself, organize it yourself, and pay for it yourself. My parents, who have kind roommates, ask me this question. When I ask this question, my heart hurts in an instant and my tears are like a flood. I have no choice.

Every time I think about it, I still clearly remember the sad feeling at that time. Even now that I think about it, I still feel very sad.