Moving away from home for a few months sounds terrifying, yet exciting. Many peoples’ fear of studying abroad is leaving their loved ones, friends, and mostly- their pets.
And I’ll be honest, I felt the same.
Before leaving rainy England, as much as I was thrilled to go and live the dream down-under, I was dreading being away from everything I love for five months.
I remember parting from my family and my boyfriend, just before entering security at Manchester Airport, and being a blubbering mess.
I could barely breathe as I handed my passport over to one of the airport staff.
My mouth was dry, and my face wet with tears.
As I waved goodbye to my family on the other side of security, I thought, “come on Xanthe get yourself together”.
All the time I spent convincing my parents I should study abroad, carefully planning it out and filling in paperwork were not going to be for me to feel sad- not one bit.
I fixed myself up, and proceeded through security, and eventually, onto the plane.
We’ll skip talking about the twenty-three-hour flight to Brisbane- it gets a bit boring. Let’s jump to me arriving to my accommodation two days later (it was actually only 23 hours travelling but because of the time difference I arrived two days later).
For the first few days, I felt confused and out of place, occasionally crying.
I slept quite a lot too, probably because of the jetlag and the fact that sleeping let my brain rest from feeling weird.
This does sound quite depressing; however, I must add this bamboozled feeling was only very brief.
I can honestly say, within five days or so I was feeling a million times better.
I was so shocked with how good I felt.
Within a short space of time, I was out and about with my roommates who I became good friends with, exploring what South Bank had to offer.
All my worries kind of melted away, I enjoyed not knowing what was round the corner (literally and metaphorically)- that’s the best part.
So, here’s the helpful part- I FEARED homesickness, more than I was actually homesick.
And the chances are, it will be the same for you too.
It’s just the fear of change, the fear of not knowing what’s next.
Don’t get me wrong, it might take a few days or a week or so to get over that initial feeling- but have patience, because you will.
Of course, you will miss home, no doubt about it.
You’ll miss the little things, but just remember this is a once in a lifetime experience, you probably won’t get again.
So take advantage of the freedom without worrying about home, because home will still be there when you get back and all those little things, will be right where you left them.
Don’t doubt your adaptability- you will be very surprised at what you can do.