My journey
Now I'm sitting here and just focusing my mind on what's happening around me. The sound of the fan on the ceiling spinning, the curtains draping with the wind gushing underneath it, and the two Chinese lanterns hung in my room gently moving about along with the wind, I sit in front of my laptop on the hard wooden-tiled floor that is in my second-floor room. It's rather uncomfortable, but it gets my juices running to be out of my comfort zone sometimes. Other than the sound of the blades of the fan spinning about, the room is particularly quiet.
I sit and contemplate about my past experiences in British territory, ah how good a time it was, and how I yearn for some travelling. The feeling kept brewing and I felt the urge to share about the experience. It was an experience I wish I could relieve.
4th September 2014, I was on my way to the airport from home, with my father behind the wheels, driving the whole family all the way for that one-hour journey to the airport for the send-off. I recall having a reluctant feeling to proceed with the journey, the main thought was the otherwise option of staying in the country still, securing a job, gaining experience and only subsequent to this sequence of events, considering pursuing a higher degree. I had just finished my bachelor's degree, what's the rush, I thought to myself. My mother believed otherwise and wished to see me finishing a higher study early on while the desire for formal learning was still high.
This reluctance was felt throughout my preparing period for the departure, not just during the journey, and it led to a sense of being compelled to do something one is not really ready, although I would strongly disagree with that attitude now. We arrived at the airport, and with many hugs and kisses, I departed the airport and thus the country. While onboard, I as seated next to another Malaysian female student bound for the destined country and we talked for hours. This was the only student I encountered throughout my journey before arriving in the UK.
After arriving at Heathrow Airport UK, we parted ways. She was due to register in a different university, and we never met again after that. I searched for my university's booth, and having found it, met with other fellow students at from my same university, we made acquaintances and waited with our university minders that were already there, to arrange for the next bus that goes straight to our next place of study for the next one year.
University of Sussex, Brighton.
I was given a studio to stay in, two rooms and one kitchen, one for myself, and the other for another yet to arrive student. The student however, never arrived and throughout my one year there I had the whole studio to myself. I had a sofa in my main bedroom, and it was quite comfortable, and the second bedroom was rather smaller, and I made it my study room.
I sit and contemplate about my past experiences in British territory, ah how good a time it was, and how I yearn for some travelling. The feeling kept brewing and I felt the urge to share about the experience. It was an experience I wish I could relieve.
4th September 2014, I was on my way to the airport from home, with my father behind the wheels, driving the whole family all the way for that one-hour journey to the airport for the send-off. I recall having a reluctant feeling to proceed with the journey, the main thought was the otherwise option of staying in the country still, securing a job, gaining experience and only subsequent to this sequence of events, considering pursuing a higher degree. I had just finished my bachelor's degree, what's the rush, I thought to myself. My mother believed otherwise and wished to see me finishing a higher study early on while the desire for formal learning was still high.
This reluctance was felt throughout my preparing period for the departure, not just during the journey, and it led to a sense of being compelled to do something one is not really ready, although I would strongly disagree with that attitude now. We arrived at the airport, and with many hugs and kisses, I departed the airport and thus the country. While onboard, I as seated next to another Malaysian female student bound for the destined country and we talked for hours. This was the only student I encountered throughout my journey before arriving in the UK.
After arriving at Heathrow Airport UK, we parted ways. She was due to register in a different university, and we never met again after that. I searched for my university's booth, and having found it, met with other fellow students at from my same university, we made acquaintances and waited with our university minders that were already there, to arrange for the next bus that goes straight to our next place of study for the next one year.
University of Sussex, Brighton.
We chatted, and there I met my first Malaysian friend, and it was such a pleasant feeling and experience. We boarded the bus and looked outside as the bus moved and passed through the small towns and cities along the way. We saw shops, cafes, shopping malls, churches. I smiled to myself thinking, this is it, I'm really here and a new life chapter is beginning.
The bus reached our university and finally stopped. We alighted from the bus and with our luggage, made our way to our respective hostels, with the minders pointing to which direction we should be heading. I pulled my two luggage, one with each hand, and a backpack, and started walking towards my accommodation's office. East Slope it is known as. We queued and waited to get our room keys.
I was given a studio to stay in, two rooms and one kitchen, one for myself, and the other for another yet to arrive student. The student however, never arrived and throughout my one year there I had the whole studio to myself. I had a sofa in my main bedroom, and it was quite comfortable, and the second bedroom was rather smaller, and I made it my study room.
I looked outside from my window, and saw the bright sunny day, with the sun over the hostels opposite from where my room was. Seagulls gawking, and wind blowing from the half-opened window, with the breeze touching my skin. Having put my luggage and bag pack on the floor, I then sat at the kitchen, reclining myself at the wooden chair, and with the glimpse of sunlight shining towards my face, I smiled thinking, how exciting this year would be for me.
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