First Move, The

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The view from a window seat of an aeroplane could not be much more ravishing.  “And it was me,” I regularly thought to myself, “On that plane.”  That sunny August day, 2005, my life changed so quickly that I could possibly have felt scared.  Though, I never had time to think about it.  All of a sudden I was standing in Auckland’s aerodrome, looking out at the plane which would soon put me back on route.  Staggeringly shocking, it was, to ask myself why I had at all decided to make this move.

            Even when it was nighttime, when everything was pitch black in the cubicle at Innes House, the sound of the propellers would still vroom in my head.  Under the blanket I writhed in discomfort, and laying sulkily on the mattress, bearing the fact that I was miles away from home was not easy.  My skull was just about to explode, as if it had stored every single tiny memory into itfrom coming onboard that plane to loading my luggage onto the car that would take me to the hostel.  That night, and for almost ten consecutive nights, sleeping seemed to be almost impossible.

            On Monday that first week, I had seen Marlborough Boys’ College for the very first time.  I recalled the moment I was suddenly lost in the crowd during interval that I seemed to be walking in circles.  It was like standing at an intersection not knowing which road to take next.  For me, a day at school could never be more challenging. 

            It was not till August the 30^th, when everything came to a sudden change.  That crisp, clear night I stood in front of the Jacksons, a loving family I was allocated to.  Even though months had passed, I had always realised the journey was far from over.  Through time I could gradually overcome the agonising feeling of homesickness.  I had come to a realisation that I was lucky to be hereto not only help shape my own future but to experience something life had never imagined of.

            Then suddenly everything was just a memory.  Days passed so quickly, just like newer magazines stacking up on top of the older ones.  But it was not just one of those daysit was one of those ‘unforgettable’ days.