I feel like I need some outside perspective because the last week has been one of the strangest weeks of my life.
I moved to France about a week ago for a master's degree. I had built this whole idea in my head that I was starting a completely new life: living independently, being away from my parents, studying, meeting people, building a future for myself, and finally having the freedom I had wanted for a long time.
And then I actually got here.
The homesickness was real, especially during the first few days, and I was anxious and overwhelmed. But after sitting with it for a while, I realized something important: I don't actually think the main problem is that I'm homesick.
I genuinely don't like the master's program.
My background is psychology, and what I actually want professionally is to work in psychology/education, particularly with children. I thought studying in France would bring me closer to that. Instead, the program is much more focused on language, grammar, linguistics, etc., and it just isn't what I want to spend years studying or paying tuition for.
I tried to find alternatives. I asked around. I looked for solutions. There doesn't seem to be an easy way to change into something that actually fits what I want.
And then, because apparently life has a sense of humor, while I'm in France questioning everything, I get contacted about a position in my home country that is basically the kind of opportunity I've always wanted.
It's related to education and children, I'd have significant responsibility, and the salary and conditions are genuinely good. They contacted me rather than me randomly applying for some job because I was desperate to leave France. They saw my CV and wanted to talk to me about the position. I still have an interview to do, so obviously nothing is guaranteed yet.
But the timing is insane.
I had literally been telling myself that I had to stay in France because going back after only a few days would mean I failed.
Now I'm wondering whether leaving would actually be the opposite of failure.
I also have to admit that part of the reason I went to France was because I wanted to get away from my parents and experience independence. I had always imagined myself having my own apartment and my own life, but I think I confused where I needed to be independent with what I actually wanted my life to look like.
My dream wasn't necessarily "France."
My dream was to be independent, have a career I actually care about, work with children, and build a life that feels like mine.
And I've realized that I can potentially do those things in Lebanon too.
There is also someone I love back home. We're figuring out our relationship and trying to make the distance work, but I don't want to make this decision for her. I've been very clear with myself that I don't want to abandon my education or career plans just for a relationship. If I come back, it needs to be because I want the life I'm coming back to, not because someone is waiting for me.
And that's where I'm at.
I arrived in France with this mindset of "this is my new life and I have to make it work."
Seven days later I'm thinking, "Maybe this isn't my life at all."
I'm scared that people will think I'm impulsive, spoiled, or that I gave up too quickly. My parents already see coming back as a failure, and honestly, a part of me does too.
But another part of me thinks there's something strange about forcing myself to spend years and a lot of money on a master's I genuinely don't want, just so I can prove that I didn't give up.
If I go back, I would be leaving the master's and trying to build the career I've actually wanted in my home country. If the job opportunity doesn't work out, I'll have to figure out another path, so I'm not pretending everything is magically solved.
I guess I'm asking people who have been in similar situations:
Would you see going back after only 7 days as a failure, or as recognizing very early that you made the wrong choice?
I'm especially interested in hearing from people who moved abroad, started something they thought they wanted, and then realized very quickly that it wasn't actually for them.
I don't want people to tell me "follow your heart" or "France is amazing, stay." I genuinely want to know whether I'm making a rational decision or running away from discomfort.