10 years ago, I packed everything I had in a green suitcase, and said goodbye to everyone I loved to move to the most unknown country to me, a place that I call “home” now. I remember stepping down from the plane nervously, with a separation anxiety, like a child who was lost, like someone who was exiled and had no chance of going back. I was single, with no friends or relatives living here. The absolute solitude changes you forever. In the loneliness you initially lose yourself, then you discover your true self and make peace with who you are. You learn to adapt and focus on resemblance in people rather than their differences. You learn to live a normal life in a place that once you were an alien.
This is an endless journey. A journey with no destination. An emotional rollercoaster of homesickness, the excitement of an adventure, the joy of accomplishments, a dream that has come true, the fear of losing your loved ones back home, the struggle of handling it all by yourself…Then comes a new phase, the feeling of not belonging anywhere, even though now you have two places to call home. You’ve left your roots back in your original country, while your branches have grown tall and flourished in your new country. In your mind, however, you live somewhere in between, in suspense.
Immigration is an extraordinary experience, a journey like nothing else, you shed your skin off in pain and grow bigger and stronger with joy. My life has been a blessing, I’m grateful for my supportive family, the lessons I’ve learned and all the great people I’ve met during this journey.
Thank you Australia for being the best “home away from home”.