A bump in the road

I missed out on my daily blog for yesterday which I am a little disappointed about however, I am not going to make a habit of it.

Yesterday and part of today were tough. I woke up late as usual on a Sunday since I work late every Saturday night and even though I try all efforts in waking up by at least eleven or twelve, I always manage to sleep in until 2:30pm to make sure I have completely recovered from such a busy shift.

I have been feeling homesick over the past week but yesterday it really seemed to hit hard. There are certain triggers that start it off such as not being able to drive knowing I can drive, not catching up with work friends enough, seeing my cousins together as sisters knowing I can’t be with my own (as beautiful as it is to see my cousin’s together) to name a few.

I had isolated myself in my room until lunchtime today and I had not eaten for 30 hours. I felt so hungry at first, but then I felt OK. My body was used to it. I guess I just wanted to be on my own and only speak with my loved ones back home. It was nothing against my family here but I wasn’t ready to face up to them yet about anything going on. They were all extremely worried and tried to get me to come out for food but to no avail.

I did get to speak to my best friend Louise over skype and we both got pretty emotional, but it was good to hear her voice. It was comforting. She reminded me that even though we are so far apart and really wish we were with each other, she knows that I had to take this trip and experience it for what it is.

When I finally let my family in this morning, I had a good chat with my auntie and we sorted everything out. I felt so bad for worrying them but I just wanted to get passed what I was feeling. My auntie felt like she had done something wrong but I reassured her that it wasn’t anything to do with her at all.

I also got to speak to my beautiful sister on skype and that also helped my day get off to a bright start 🙂

It was also good to get some food into me and have a nice hot shower.

My cousins were so pleased I was feeling more myself. Now I write this with no intention of attention seeking or pity because I never like to portray that idea despite my down days. I have always believed in being honest through this blog and this is my only goal here. I express only the truth. And I tell it like it is.

I am feeling much better apart from the fact I may have given myself a sore throat from having no food or drink yesterday but that’s my own fault.

Homesickness is completely normal and I know I was bound to feel this way at some point. Once I get a day job and do more social things, I will start to feel homesick less and less.

I have been invited out clubbing on Friday, I have my work Christmas Party next Friday and I will be going to London for a weekend next month and will be staying with my cousin so a lot will be happening!

England I won’t give up on you!

Experience, adventure and a big world ahead

I left my homeland of Australia on November 20 for a cold and wintry England. There was a bit of a stuff up at the airport. I went through passport control at about 9:30pm,
going through the scanning procedures and reaching immigration which took a good 10 to 15 minutes. Thinking everything was fine, the officer asked me if I held another passport other than my British one. Totally forgetting to remind mum I needed my Australian passport, we didn’t bring it and so I didn’t have it on me. I was stressing out because mum and my family had already said their goodbyes and were on their way home. I basically had to turn back and exit passport control so I could make the phone call to mum for her to bring my Australian passport. Mum didn’t think I’d need it because I was heading into the UK so the British passport would have been fine to use. However, I was told I needed the Australian passport so I can return back home. Well that makes sense! I wouldn’t want to be restricted from getting back into my own country!

Anyway, I was stressing out a whole lot when I was back in the main international terminal because mum wasn’t picking up her phone and then we both tried to call each other at the same time and couldn’t get through. I was stamping my feet on the floor and hitting the wall going crazy over the fact I went through all the security procedures only for me to come out again and wonder if mum would make it back in time. I would call every 5 minutes to find out where they were and kept looking at the clock hoping the minutes wouldn’t go any faster and that time would just stop for me in this moment. I called my best friend who kept me calm but at the same time I was still stressing out. And it was weird for me since I’ve changed my attitude over the past couple of months and have been a lot more positive and relaxed. That’s why I wanted to keep calm. Because in the end, everything would have it’s way of working out. For some silly reason I kept thinking I’ll miss my flight and that maybe this happening was a sign I wasn’t meant to go to England. But that was just irrational thinking. These things happen and at least I was getting my passport back to me.

It turns out that things worked out, my family came back about the time my plane was due to board. I said my goodbyes again and thought to myself that seeing my family again was the reason the passport incident happened.

I rushed back through security and immigration and everything turned out fine. I made it to gate 11 and could see there was no sign of anyone boarding which I presumed would be the case because plane flights never board on time. Boarding time for my flight was at 11pm but I didn’t get on the plane until after 11:30.

The flight to Doha which was the stopover didn’t feel long at all, nor did the flight from there to the UK. So I was happy. I saw my cousin at the arrivals terminal and was greeted by a hug from him and my auntie Kate. It’s so nice to see your family when you haven’t seen them for a while.

I didn’t realise how big of a stretch Heathrow Airport is!

It’s now day three since I’ve been in the UK and I’m still adjusting to things. I am homesick but that will pass. The weather is very cold and England looks very different but I’m staying in a nice area. I’ve been into the local town and have got to know the main area and shops to go to. I also know the bus system and used it for the first time today when taking my cousins to school.

I’m looking for work and have been asked to go to a job shop in town tomorrow to be registered which is promising. Hopefully all works out and I am successful in finding work.

In the mean time, I’m trying to get used to things here still and hopefully I will find some new friends and feel more at home.

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