It’s been two weeks since I left the Philippines and flew to England. It was something I’d been working on since last year. After a halt from December to January, I had been unstoppable at making this dream a reality. Finally, I’m here – not yet rich, not yet licensed, not yet completely settled in, but yes, I’m here.
The strangers I met at the airport two weeks ago are now the the people I first see when I wake up and the last ones I see before tucking in. It’s funny how, in such a short span of time, I’ve managed to let people (and not just one or two but eight) in my life – not just because I had to but because I want to. It was more of an obligation to have to get to know these people at first but days and weeks with them have made me realise we have so much more in common than I initially thought we would. Finally, I can say I’m laughing along with them not just because I want to fit in but because I find that most of the things we talk about are funny and relatable.
Any introvert would understand how big of a step that is. Before coming here, I had to take a psychology test where I found out I had tendencies to become a social introvert and of course, this thought scared me. In the airport as well as in the first few days here, I swear I was very quiet. I was that girl who just followed where the rest went, got inside her room before everyone else did, and was too shy to speak up in Tagalog and/or British English. Eventually, I found myself gradually talking to each one in the group until it started of becoming more natural. Finally, I’ve found my voice.
We don’t live in a big city. In fact, the feels it gives is more of that of a town. There’s not much to see really. Despite that, I like it here. So far, living here has given me the hope that I can actually save up for my future as everything is cheaper compared to when you I go to other cities or towns. Also, being here has given me the chance to become grounded and I do hope these are not just the kind of feels I get at the beginning but wane towards the end. Finally, I’d like to think I’m in a place where I can become more mature and independent.
There’s still so much that has to be done. It’s scary but exciting. I can’t remember the last time I felt so scared yet so excited at the same time. I cannot wait to get the exams next month over and done with because I feel like the rest of the world’s waiting for us to get on with it once this hurdle is done. There’s so much on my list I wish to accomplish and I’m hopeful I would get to tick every item off one by one. Finally, my plans are going somewhere.
Finally, I’m here. And while I’m here, I’ll do what I can to not waste any moment.