It was the first time I was travelling abroad, alone. You can very well imagine the state of my family! But I enjoyed this experience thoroughly, made a lot of friends en-route too! I cannot even describe my euphoria in words when I saw snow for the first time. Well, now its been some time since I left home and came down here to Germany. Its such a beautiful country with nice scenic beauty and nicer people to give you company.
Initially in the first few days of arriving here, everything I saw was new, exciting and euphoric. I started anticipating everything that I was about to experience. I was eager to learn German. I went out every weekend and saw different places and even clicked many photographs.
Slowly, as time passed, all that initial excitement began to wane. I started feeling frustrated and lonely. I felt really bad at being called a foreigner. I was missing my family terribly. The feelings of anxiety and homesickness began to creep in.
Then, slowly I started developing an understanding of the country I was living in. A more balanced view of life. By this time, I had made new friends. I analysed the good and bad between the new country I was in and my home country. Over the time, I felt less like a foreigner and was more confident that I could live successfully in two different cultures.
But, the initial child like excitement of seeing new places and meeting new people, the anxiety, all the prayers that I sent up to god (hope he isn't very unhappy with me now) to make things right for me at every stage, the new culture and a completely alien language (culture shock) , missing my family, wishing they were here with me in such a lovely place experiencing the same joy...all this is, just "priceless".
Here are some photos to share that excitement :-)
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