Travelling outside the country is one of my wishlist dream. I always told myself to believe that I will visiting another country, especially Japan and South Korea. Even when there was a Super Junior concert in Jakarta (when I was in junior high school) and I wasn't able to come, I told myself that I would go to Korea to meet them. My cousin thought it was a joke and just brushed it off. Then 14-years me never tried to not believe my dream. I grow up thinking the same. Believing that I would travel to the stranger land.
In my second year of university, my friends asked me to join them preparing for conference in Korea. Of course, I said yes. We prepared journal paper and poster for it, fortunately, our paper and poster was selected to be participant. I was surprised when the first time heard that news. I was glad and also worried. Since I am not from an upperclass family that has lots of money. Of course financial being one of my concerned at that time.
Alhamdulillah, thank god, I was able to managed it and could go to Korea.
Actually, there were a lot of things that worried me about travelling abroad.
- This is my first time, so what will I do with flight and its transit?
- Immigration, what will I do with that?
- I wear hijab, with these days condition, will they treat me different?
- I am moslem, how about prayer time and food?
- My english is still a noob, how can I communicate with them?
- Korean is pretty hard to learn at the short time, how will I survive in Korea?
Those question lingered in my head often. I tried to brushed it off, but then it haunted me like a nightmare in night sleep.
When the time comes, I packed my clothes and told to myself about not being worried. With that, I went to airport with lighthearted. Of course when on the way to airport, I was pretty sensitive tho. No one notice but I cried over happiness. I even pinched myself, asked : "am I dreaming?"
I saw airplane, especially Singapore airplanes that parked in the airport from a far. I asked myself, "Is that my airplane?"
After said goodbye to my parents, brother, and sister, I waved and went to the airport for checking and some sort of it. I was scared. I was alone. Then I took the plane and went over to Korea with a transit in Singapore. This experience will be on my next post anyway.
When my foot finally touched Korea, I still couldn't believe it. I lost of words. I took my luggage and went out to the gate. My feet felt numb. My body was drained in sweat. I was finally in Korea.