I finished my Masters dissertation on 4th September 2018 in Nottingham. That same day, I left for home back in India, to meet my family. The trip was very short and I returned on 11th September because I had to move out from Nottingham and begin a new course in London.
After two days of packing, stuffing boxes and lots of luggage, I had an emotional breakdown. I was doing everything alone. My family was in India and I had no friends in Nottingham. For a moment I started questioning myself with everything going around. But a video call from my sister gathered all the courage in me.
I went to Beeston village in Nottingham and booked a minicab to London for the following day. Movers and packers was out of the budget, but the local cab company was very helpful. My driver was so sweet and he helped me move all my things into the cab and arranged them carefully. It was a two-hour drive but I felt safe with him. He was friendly and spoke to me about his family, girlfriend, kids.
I could feel the adrenaline rush through my body as our car approached Emily Bowes Court in London. My driver, sweet man that he was, unloaded the car and I was left with my stuff on the steps of the accommodation. Luckily, I didn’t feel lost. There were student ambassadors already on the door welcoming everybody.
And within 10 minutes of my arrival, I had already started chatting with one of them. He was extremely kind to help me with the check-in process. I received my keycard and a welcome kit. While checking for the building and the floor, I realised I had shifted my whole house to London. I had a lot of stuff but I hadn’t been able to dump anything in Nottingham, everything was useful and I knew I needed it all in London and that there was no point wasting money buying similar things.
I tried to help myself with a trolley and the next thing I knew, the same student ambassador was beside me loading the trolley with my stuff. He helped me through the building and got me to the ninth floor of B Block, where my room was. Within 15 minutes of arriving, I was in my room. I thanked the student ambassador and he was really sweet to me - I’d made my first friend in London.
I tried to relax a bit on my bed but I knew I was struggling. The next moment, I was crying. A sudden rush of emotions struck and I couldn’t help it. I was homesick. With all the bags around, I felt like doing nothing. I just wanted to take the next flight and go back home. Nevertheless, I managed to get some strength and went to the kitchen, shared with six of my flatmates. And this is when I actually made friends. Two of my flatmates were fidgeting with their cutlery. I went forward and introduced myself. One of them was from Vietnam and the other flatmate was from Portsmouth. Initially, I was really scared to initiate a conversation but once I started I realised it was not that bad. My flatmates were really good. They made me a little comfortable by sharing their backgrounds and studies. I didn’t feel left out.
With their help I started unpacking and arranged the kitchen with my equipment. By the time I had done the kitchen, I arranged my room and made it a home for myself. I knew I couldn’t go home instantly but the feeling that I was now closer to my education and career, made me feel that whatever I was feeling was worth it!
It is ok to feel homesick the first day. It is ok to cry when you are overwhelmed. Because what awaits is a beautiful journey that you’ve been waiting for your whole life. And these baby steps are now shaping you into a responsible adult.
Pretty soon, I felt independent, strong, and capable enough to do everything by myself.