After graduation from university, Iwithdrewsome money from the bank and left home for New York, where I took it for granted that I might have a better chance to find a good job. At first, I worked as a waiter in a local café. Though reluctant, I had to do this job to pay my bills. But as long as I attained a good position, I wouldresignat once. However, after six months, I still did not get employed by any of my dream companies. Apparently, I had difficulty seeking better solutions to making a living in the city, let alone finding a job giving me fulfilment. After nine months of depressive life, I eventually decided to depart the city for my small town where I felt peaceful and at ease.