Four o clock am quickly turned into four thirty, then five am. I need to drag myself out of bed. Not having slept the night before, I was wide eyed with a pit in my stomach. It was a day unfamiliar to my routine of waking up early for work. It was the day my “new life” was about to start. I kept hearing, “good luck on your new life” the few days before. New life ? I didn’t want a new life. I wasn’t ready for this. Maybe I could just close my eyes and when I wake up, I would still have a duration of time left.
It was the day I was about to move to a new house, a new country. The day my life would infinitely transform.
“It’s a bittersweet thing, knowing two cultures. Once you leave your birthplace, nothing is ever the same.”- Sarah Turnball
Leading up to this morning, my mind travelled to every hole of the unknown that was ahead of me. What would it be like ? Would I meet people ? Would I have a life? What would happen with my friends back home ? What would my family think ? Am I just being dramatic ? On the outside, I was collected and fine, but on the inside, I was filled with fears, doubts, and worries. Am I being a baby ? I’m not the only person that’s experienced this but in that moment I felt that I was.
As we reached the airport, all I could think about is if my bags were too heavy. The next few hours, I went through the motions of the airport and boarded my flight.
As I stepped on my flight, I was filled with a new sense of excitement. There that feeling was. The feeling I had before the fears set in. I was on my way to see my fiancé who I hadn’t seen in a month, and my new golden retriever puppy ! I was about to start a new life…
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