What's it like to live alone in a foreign land?

Alas, I thought I had lived alone in a foreign land for five years! As for feelings, how to say it? Four flavors are mixed, sour, bitter, spicy and salty! It's just not sweet. ........

I remember when my senior year was about to graduate, the school contacted a large number of employers and organized a huge job fair. I can't resist the temptation of high salary and the fool of fat people. I went to Shanghai with some classmates in a daze and started a new journey to support myself.

When we arrived at that broken company, we found that the work here was far from what we expected! It's nice to say that we are reserve cadres, but we are actually working on the assembly line! Do the same work as those uncles and aunts who didn't graduate from primary school, with eight-hour shifts and three shifts. .........

But now I can't stand the choking smell of smoke and smelly socks that can kill mice in dilapidated dormitories. Three days later, I rented a rental house of 89 square meters near my company. Although the place is small and extremely stuffy, at least it is my home, and I finally have my own private space.

Then I started buying pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. As I have just arrived here for a few days, I am a stranger and I don't have much money in my pocket. I can only walk and ask to find those grocery stores and night markets and pick up some cheapest daily necessities to buy. Even when I see something I can use in the garbage, I will secretly pick it up when others are not paying attention. ...........

After a few busy days, I can finally have my first meal in this new home. Recalling the chic life in college, I couldn't help crying like a child. .........

Although I am a college graduate in my twenties, I feel homesick in the dead of night and wet my pillow with tears countless times. ...

Just when I was most sad and helpless, several students who came with me were smeared with oil because they couldn't stand such assembly line work and three shifts, leaving me alone in this strange city. ........

Seeing that they all left, I didn't want to stay here any longer, so I went to the personnel department to go through the resignation procedures. I didn't expect that fat man to call our workshop director with a phone call! At that time, my heart was horizontal. Can the workshop director still care about me as a temporary worker?

Unexpectedly, after the workshop director came, he began to do my ideological work. He talked to me for a long time, but I was still unmoved. Finally, he called our general manager. I'm leaving. I don't need to be so excited as a temporary worker!

Finally, they gave me a promotion, a raise and various subsidies, and my heart melted. Finally, they even offered to introduce me to the target. I stayed because of face.

This is five years!

In the past five years, I have experienced the promotion of my position and the separation of my friends. I am tired of the struggle in the workplace and indifferent to the changes in human feelings. More importantly, I am still alone in this city that will never be integrated. .........

I have never laughed from my heart once in these five years. I am alone every day. I am really tired. .........

With five years of bitterness, I left this strange city. .........