I’ve been thinking a lot about what I achieved this year.
Usually all the stories must start from the beginning, so the reader can understand how the outcome happened. But in this particular case, I will start writing the story from the end. My visa got cancelled and I could not go back for 2 months to the place that I call home. It does not matter why or how. What really matters is how did I cope with this situation and how life can suddenly change.
I remember having the best holiday in Japan with my partner. We enjoyed every second of our time there, travelling around, eating all the local dishes and having so much fun. Of course, at the end, the Typhoon happened and we got stuck inside our hostel for few days plus our flight got cancelled. I was freaking out. He was fine, as usual.
We flew from Japan to Manila, as our previous flight had a connection there. However, we did not have the next flight assigned yet as they had more people to fly back to Sydney than airplanes available. At least 5 days on wait-list to leave Manila and to go back home. I had work to go back to, my partner has his job too. We’ve decided to buy new flights from our pocket to go back home as we were too worried about being away from work for longer than we had planned (actually, I was the one worried, as he is always fine when plans change – I love you so much for that!).
We went to the airport 2 days later to get our flight. Check-in queue was huge. We had to wait a lot. Security. Checking bags. Checking passport and visas. He does not need one to go back home, but I will always need a visa.
Sorry ma’am, you do not have a valid visa to return to your country.
Everything around me turned into black. For a second I though that It was a dream and I was going to wake up anytime soon. I do not remember much after that. I do not remember going back to the hostel. I do not remember the next two days after that. The only thing that I remember and I always will it is how he stayed by my side the whole time. How he kept me sane. How he was looking to the good side of this situation and how patient he was. He is my best friend and he keep proving it to me every single day. We had to wait for a month until I was finally allowed to return home.
But what matters is: how life can change in a second.
I had a job that I did for at least 3 years. It was not bad, but nothing related to what I really want to do for the rest of my life. In fact, I am still asking myself what do I want to do for the rest of my life. How do people know what they want to do? I do not know if dream job exists, but I started to freak out from 1st of January. Being an immigrant is not easy, but It can not be your excuse forever. I had to learn a new language and probably I am not doing great – as you will find mistakes here. I will say that part of the ‘fault’ is due to where I used to work – we were all immigrants, so who cares if you say something wrong? But in the other hand, I became lazy too. I assume that and honestly, I do not even know if I feel ashamed or not about it. I can communicate, I am not stupid and I do not sound like one. I just got too comfortable talking less and less about different subjects than hospitality related.
Shame on me.
I’ve graduated in Civil Engineering four years ago. While studying I worked as an intern for two years and I loved that job so much! Then, I left the country – I had to leave to find myself. I’ve done some teaching in Colombia as a volunteer for a while. Then I felt in love and everything changed inside me.
I’ve landed in Australia in 2016 with no plans. I felt in love for the second time and I’ve decided to stay there. I’ve done some further studies here and I’ve been working in a completely different field that everyone expected me to work. Life is good though.
But now I find myself with all this doubts in my head. Is it how life should be? Not knowing exactly what to do, but do it anyway?
2019, What a year.