I have successfully made it through my first week at University of Malta. I am a part of a study abroad program that is very popular for European students called Erasmus.
I am spending a semester miles away from home.
I was terribly anxious in the beginning. I didn't know what Malta would be like. Every day I would look at strangers #Malta photos on Insta to find a sense of what my new home entails. It looked pleasant. Sunny. Blue sea. An alluring Mediterranean mood. I smiled.
And then I frowned. It was not that I would miss the dismal skied London, or the overpriced lifestyle. It was the fact that I was leaving home. Leaving familiarity. Becoming foreign.
I would repeat to myself, 'but I'm a traveller! I love change and exploring.'
What was so different about doing this?
I had a sense of trepidation. And I couldn't shake it off.
It was only until the departure day. My family told me:
"it's okay to be nervous - it shows you are human. Everything will turn out to be alright - because that's how life goes. Make this experience worth it - you may be seated in at your office chair for the rest of your working life."
When I arrived in Malta. I was fanned by its decrepit beauty. It's not a modern country as others in Europe however it is like a picture.
