A month before my journey date, my father finally declare that I would be travelling all alone. That statement on that day changed my view of the journey as it filled me with alot of fear and questions like "what if I get lost at the airport" or "what if I connect the wrong flight". I was so scared of travelling alone that I changed my mind about coming to college, something my parents would never understand, but I'm in the United States of America and very happy to be here. I was not forced to come here, the only thing I had to do was overcome the foolish fear I had in me.
Although the journey was not that what I expected it to be, it wasn't good either but atleast I neither got lost in an airport nor ended up in the wrong plane. 21 hours of sitting in an airplane is a very tiring experience, I felt like a farmer who had been digging for hour on the next day :-).
There is always a first time to do something and I'm glad my first journey to America was not a disaster and from it I have come to appreciate the idea that I can do anything in this world if I just put my mind to it. And I will use this experience to overcome all the obstacle that might come my way when I'm in college.
