Are you a homesick Desi student abroad, thinking about quitting? The only post you need to read

I was crying uncontrollable tears during my first week as an MS student in the US. I had a cardboard box as a table because my flatmate tricked me into using my free furniture ticket to get a sofa for the living room. I was too young — unprepared to deal with the manipulation of mean girls. Course work, meanwhile, totally…