Time flies. It does. Time truly flies away. I can’t write a separate post for all of those days because they are all mashed up together in my head. Mainly, I laughed, I ate, I cried, I loved. Those days were spent with Claire, Kelly and saying goodbye to my family.
It’s quite strange; when I was leaving for Italy I was so upset. But the tears I shed for Oz were mainly to do with missing people rather than being scared. I’ve been planning for this day for numerous years. There are two fears, one is not being able to go and the other is having to come back too soon. It’s a strange feeling to be leaving many people you love, whom love you back so much. Sometimes you need to do things for yourself for purely selfish reasons – because it’ll make you happy.
My gran asked me over on the day I was flying out because she wanted to cook me something. It’s a novelty, requesting food and getting it. This is an Indian dish that I love (technically it’s the dough for the food, but I love it anyway). I wouldn’t recommend it for anyone being healthy, there are no health benefits to this, but it’s something you need to try at least once in your life.
I wouldn’t be able to travel and do everything I’ve ever wanted to without the continued support of those who love me. I’m so very blessed to have people in my life who want me to progress and grow in many ways. No matter whether they don’t want me to leave, they’ll support me regardless, plus time flies anyway. Even if they think I’ll come home completely skint and dishevelled, they’ve got my back and that’s the one thing I’ve always had. It makes decisions like this slightly easier.
Here’s to the horribly uncomfortable flights ahead of me. If there’s one thing that’ll stop me from coming home, it’s the journey.
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