|Flying over Dubai|
Goodbyes are never easy, but when you know that you're leaving for a set 12 months and you have to get yourself through those 21 hours of flight time alone, you know that staying strong is imperative. Or travelling alone is only going to be a lot more difficult than it should be. So I hugged mum and my little sister goodbye and wandered into customs feeling pretty nervous and unsettled but at the same time feeling completely ecstatic about this new journey. Once boarding my first flight, it felt as though a lot of my anxiety was left behind. As soon as the aeroplane was off the ground there was no choice to turn around. I was doing this. I was going to live in the Netherlands for 12 months.
Arriving in Schiphol Airport I felt as though I could finally relax. I had made it. I was finally living a dream of mine. How is that? When did I get so lucky?
For such a long time I had always felt as though my dreams where always too big and out of reach. But I finally got my shit together and made things happen. Since 'getting my shit together' I have learnt that you can't just survive in life, you really must thrive. Thrive to be your best and create the best possible life for yourself, because only you can decide where your life takes you.
I finally met my host family who I was going to be living with for the next 12 months. I was excited and nervous to start this new life, but I was determined to make it a great year.