I’ve never had a culture shock. As soon as I stepped on the new country, I almost immediately forget where I came from. Maybe that’s bad; there was a saying that one must not forget where someone came from, but I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’ve never really felt at home in one place. I would start off loving one place because it’s new to the eyes, new people, and things, places to explore, but as time goes by and I began to know people’s attitude and how things really are, I feel an urge to leave; feel the urge to look for that very place that I would stay in forever. I haven’t found that place yet until now. Maybe in the future.