The first thing you feel is the severance from the familiar
comfort zone. Without looking back, you instantly feel the growing gap as you
are leaving, and sailing with time itself into an uncharted dimension. In my
case, that place was anything but known.
With a one-way ticket and a last picture with my family, I
had deposited my large bag in the plane’s cargo hold and boarded the bus to the
terminal. Not looking back, I felt the shudders of the bus while simultaneously
I had felt a peculiar sense of levitating, a certain feeling of sweeping
separation. While gushed by expectation, fear and excitement I sensed how I was
led, unclear if by my will or forcibly, to uncertainty that will not cease to
surprise me. That same lingering feeling was to be my first memory of my
voyage.
As I walked through the jet bridge, advertisement and other
smiling figures bid me farewell in foreign languages. It finally came to me
that this was it – my journey begins. My childhood dream of visiting the vast Plaines
of Britain and Ireland are coming true. As the plane took off and I saw the
lights of the coastline disappearing into the distance, a broad smile spread
across my face. I took out my music player and played the tune that summarized
my feeling of expectation and excitement that held me.
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