23 September 2017
Excitement flooded through me as I woke up. It was early. I lay on my bed thinking about what was ahead of me, what was going to happen. I wasn’t nervous, I wasn’t excited.
I could feel the wind swirling around outside. The sun had risen and the sky was blue. I wasn’t sure what to think, I wasn’t sure what I was thinking.
I left the comfort of my bed to clean the mess known as my room. I wanted to come back to a space that was my own and where I wouldn’t fall over the piles of clothes that lay before me.
With my room cleaned I ventured out into the lounge before making my way to the kitchen. Breakfast, a meal I’ve been having more and more often, a good habit I was creating.
Once I filled my stomach with Weetbix Bites I decided to start packing. My clothes flooded onto my floor quicker than I had put them away. I picked out the items one by one, deciding whether to bring them along.
It was then a waiting game. I had the whole day ahead of me. Nothing more, nothing less. I cleaned my room for the second time, putting extra care into the little details. I double and triple checked that I had everything I would need for Europe.
The suitcase was zipped up and locked. It was real. I wasn’t sure what to think, my excitement from previous days had calmed down but I still wasn’t getting nervous. I was waiting, almost bored, left alone with the thoughts of what could go wrong. I was left to watch the clock.
Lunch came around, later than I thought but nonetheless enjoyable. I sat down on the spot in our couch that I call my own and watched a couple episodes of The Simpsons, to pass time, to ease the thoughts in my mind.
Finally the time came. I put everything in the car, said goodbye to my siblings by literally saying bye to my brother before hugging my sister. I knew she’d miss me more than he would. Then we were off.
Adelaide Airport, I place I wish I visited more often. 7pm. I met up the group and waited for the others to arrive. The excitement was building up.
I became anxious as we made our way through security. I didn’t know what to expect, I wasn’t sure what to think. I’d never been through the International Departures.
As I boarded the plane I hoped that I would have someone from the group sitting next to me. Catching QATAR Airlines was new to me, going overseas was new to me. I wanted to be able to talk to a friend. Sadly, I had a stranger but it really didn’t bother me too much.
We took off and all I wanted to do was sleep. The sky was dark and my eyes were heavy. It was night-time, it was bedtime. After a while I dozed off, falling asleep only to be woken for tea. It was late, I was hungry, I was tired. The food didn’t taste as nice as I had hoped. I had low expectations anyway.
As the night went on I drifted in and out of sleep. I listened to my September mixape, my August mixtape. I would fall asleep only to wake up. I watched several movies, played a few games and counted down the hours, the minutes until we would be landing in Doha. It was the longest night I had ever experienced, maybe it was because of the time zones.
24 September 2017
Landing in Doha was a relief. The flight was over. The sun was rising. I was officially overseas, in the first country I had ever been to (apart from Australia). I was halfway across the world. As we exited the plane I felt the hot air stick to me. It was early, it was hot. Cold relief came after getting onto a bus that transported us to the airport.
More security and check in, a toilet stop later and the cold tiles. The free wifi was used to talk to my sister, I knew she would already be missing me as that’s the kind of person she is. Messages were passed back and forth, my Snapchat streaks were sent. I then received the message, a screenshot from my sister. She had found me on Snapchat’s map feature.
Boarding the plane I hoped the flight would feel shorter than the 8 or 6 hours it was meant to be.
Once again I sat next to a stranger but also a friend.
I watched several movies and came to realise how alone I am with my thoughts on the plane, thankfully these thoughts were positive.
Landing was no different. We collected our bags before leaving the airport.
We were in London.