My life as an immigrant
As a kid, I loved moving from one house to another. Blowing a kiss and saying goodbye to the walls which I formed a bond was bittersweet. Packing and unpacking, a delight to me. So when my partner and I discussed the idea of moving to a new continent, the joy I felt. With tears, family hugs, we turned our backs to the country where we had spent the formative years of our lives. The trip was my first time on an international flight. I never had the opportunity to follow my mum on her many trips, and this time I had a granted visa. The flight was a long one and being on my period made me super uncomfortable but the thought of a new life and not knowing what was ahead had me on cloud nine. Finally, I woke up from a loud applause made during the long-awaited announcement by the pilot. After the welcome words", we moved into the city that has become our home for God knows how many years. So how has the journey been so far, I ask myself this question while netflixing and chilling....