Algorhythmn's Adventures in Computer Science

I have purchased my own apartment!! I'm super happy about this one.

Left my boyfriend and to be honest I should have done this one earlier!!

So I'm going to live by myself and nearer my family.

Started to meet new people, to be more social (and yes, I'm trying to date but I'm feeling super shy).

Initially set on a childhood dream, my teenage years led me to pursue a goal similar but not identical. Post-college entrance exams, I opted for engineering and focused on computer science. Little did I know, specialization choices awaited me, and intrigued by robotics, I delved into challenging courses on computer vision, robotics and machine learning.

Before graduation I secured a job at my dream company, but I soon realized it didn't align with my passion. But what was my passion? Opting for a master's degree, I struggled to find my true calling. Juggling full-time work and studies, I extended my master's by a year, changing jobs twice but finding no satisfaction.

Despite applying for jobs in my desired field during my master's, rejections left me disheartened. Witnessing colleagues landing dream jobs prompted another change of heart. Also I'm not in my mid-twenties, I had to do something quickly.

At a company party I was not considering to attend, I discovered a "hidden" team working on something truly meaningful. Fueled by newfound courage, I embarked on a journey to change my current trajectory before completing my master's.

In my ongoing journey, I've gained some valuable lessons:

Progress is evident; I'm closer to my goals than yesterday.

Uncertainty about my ideal career persists, and that's okay.

I've learned that I can always change course if I dislike something.

Simply doing something else won't eliminate the source of my misery; change is essential.

The network of support and connections is crucial in navigating these changes.

As I get older I start to feel the differences are even greater; it's mainly about everything related to both cultures.

Sometimes I feel slightly empty, it's like I'm incomplete and started to read about how I feel. This way I found that more people feel this way, people whose parents are first generation inmigrants: they don't identify themselves completely to a neither country/culture.