The view from here
"I’ll never forget stepping out of the airport in Perth, looking up to the sky, realising I was now pretty much exactly on the opposite side of the globe. All of a sudden I had swapped sides and 'the other side' had become 'my side'."
I guess no matter where you live, "the other side of the world" always has something mystical and intriguing about it. For me, since I can remember, it always had an incredibly strong pull, something I had to see for myself one day.
I still remember my dad, looking at the moon and the stars with me every single night before I went to bed when I was a child. He always told me that the sun was now setting on "our side" so that it could rise again on the "other side". He taught me all about the different time zones and how people in the Southern hemisphere would get up when we go to sleep and basically live their lives in completely opposite times to us. I found this so mind boggling that I told him I would have to see it for myself one day.
Both of us knew the day would come where I would turn this dream into reality. I had been saving as much money as I possibly could while I was studying and had always planned to travel to Australia once I'd finished my Masters. Traveling to the other side of the world before deciding where I wanted to live and what I wanted to do with my life seemed like the perfect thing to do.
I was originally supposed to go with one of my friends but her dissertation deadline was delayed so she wasn't able to join me in the end so I took off on my own. There I went, 24 years old, Masters in hand, no job, no flat, nothing to hold me back, making my way to the other side of the world, like I'd always dreamt of.
It was my first real "solo adventure" and also the furthest away from home I’d ever been. Despite my family's concerns, I was not at all apprehensive to embark on this new adventure. I still remember counting down the days for months in advance and can still recall the excitement I felt when I finally set foot on the plane and later on the Australian continent. I’ll never forget stepping out of the airport in Perth, looking up to the sky, realising I was now pretty much exactly on the opposite side of the globe. All of a sudden I had swapped sides and “the other side” had become “my side”.