It's been 21 days since I came to the UK. Canterbury is a lovely town very close to where I live, The University of Kent. I was pretty anxious when I came here on the first day. I have travelled before to Malaysia but still a new country is still like stepping into a muddy, watery pothole on the roads of Bangalore. It was a good experience though. I landed in London and it was freezing outside. Immigration was a smooth affair though waiting for your turn is akin to being in a coma. The officer didn't ask for any document except for my passport. I had taken great pains to get my other documents like X-ray and blah blah- Oh the disappointment! Getting my suitcases was a pain. Packing in 50kgs just because I had extra allowance was a big mistake. Maneuvering the buggered things was like driving an SUV through a slum.
I was waiting in the terminal for my Uni coach and a girl appeared and looked at my suitcases very closely. I gave her an inquiring look and was prepared to fight if she took them away but she didn't say anything and sat next to me. Ya, I am magnetic. Well then we started talking. Someone had taken away her suitcase which looked exactly like mine- same colour and same make. I sympathised with her and hoped this would never happen to me. I promised myself I would make my suitcase look as ugly as possible- stick lots of paper and ribbons on it.
I reached Kent and took my room and arranged my stuff and then the home-sickness hit. Ya, I am that type! I immediately found something to do- that's the best remedy to counter loneliness. I finished my registration well in time and got my card which allowed access to the library which now is an extension of my bedroom. I started reading which gives a lot of pleasure and one can never get tired of them. I read Rosy is my relative by Gerald Durrell and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I finished reading Stephen King's Apt Pupil too which sent shivers down the spine.
Classes began the next week and now I'm all happy because I have a long reading list and don't have the time to think of home. I suddenly realise I started writing this piece to highlight what? Oh heck. Fine.
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When you go somewhere for study, at the beginning you will experience the tragedy called 'homesickness'. But when classes start you will forget it. Not actually 'forget'. You don't get time to think about home.
I found it useful - keep yourself busy with books and not think of home.
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