I hope I do not have too many unrelated details but I want to explain to you my life and I learned that tiny details matter.
I grew up in a rural outlying island when I was young. Except for my older sister, I never connected with other children, because I only connected with my family. All I did until I was 6 years old was stay at home, go to school (which was a tiny school on the island and my aunt was the only teacher and there are less than 10 students), study, have fun playing alone outside and at the farm owned by a neighbour. After I was 6 started learning about farming and helped as much as I could. My family thought I was doing too much for such a young age, but I really liked to help. After I was 8 I started doing some housework, and I also went to the city to see the market stall where my family sold the goods. Apparently they also worked some other low pay jobs. I helped out setting up and packing up. When I was 12 years old, I went to a secondary school in the city, there were many students and I felt out of place, so I stayed alone, but I studied very well and got good marks. I would also like to say, my English was much better than local students because my aunt who taught me, used to live overseas and speaks like a native. However, when I was 14, my parents both died in an accident, I had to help more in the market stall. My sister, who was 18 taught me a lot of skills. I heard, half of the local people, even at 20 don't have the skills so my family started very early. Also, my sister had a foreign boyfriend who was very rich and bought a flat in the city for my sister, my aunt, and me, and also paid our expenses. When I was 18, my sister got married and went to Canada with him. My aunt and I were asked to go too, but we stayed because I wanted to enroll in a local University, and my aunt was quite old and not feeling well, wanted to stay home. However, she got quite sick and died later in the year. I also felt we have been living off of my husband in law's money too much so I kindly asked them to stop sending me money and I would pay them back when I earn enough myself. They at first refused but I felt I was taking everything for granted. I kept enough of their money to put me through University until I can get my own professional job. However, this also distanced myself from my sister and we hardly talk now. I am 20 right now, and I am living alone on the island in our family's old home, going to University in the city, and when I am free, work on our neighbour's farm again. I also have to mention, I am not close to our neighbours and we hardly talk. I also don't talk to classmates either, but I am fine doing group work.
I feel my life is good, and I am mostly happy. I do feel sad that I am distanced from my sister, but I would rather live a life that I make alone, than taking things from others. Of course, I hope that we can get close again someday. But right now, I am also happy being alone, I have the skills I need, and when I do need to communicate with others I am fine. However, some people said that I was too antisocial and it is bad. But I don't feel that I even want to be social anyway, it will probably get in the way of my life. Also, I want to mention, I have never really explored the city, it is too busy and too many people. This is everything I do. Study, go to University, work on the farm, do housework, and during my free time, walk around the island, play my flute, listen to music, or ride our boat around or even take public transport around and visiting other islands.
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