There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
16 February, 2016
Packed my bags. Said goodbye to the family. Cried. Smiled. Boarded an Air India flight with 40 Kg’s baggage (YES. THATS ALL!). Stayed in a plane for 13 hours and got dirty looks from the air hostess.
17 February, 2016
Touch down in Sydney, Australia.
Excited.
Nervous.
I was no longer a tourist. I now had to make my life here. Find my “zone.”I was warned it is not all rosy but knowing me, I always learn from my own experiences and therefore, what was about to hit me I was not prepared for.
I started documenting my journey in blogs. It was a very exciting one month followed by another and then another. I found Sydney amazing. I still do. Yes, it is aloof and the life is very different from that back home but the differences hit you specially when you have always lived in India.
The biggest struggle though was my hunt for a job. What happens is simple, you either strike Gold and get a job instantly or you struggle and get one a little later or maybe later than later. What it does to you though is make you very patient. Or mostly.
Patience is not my virtue.
Therefore, when job applications came back in form of “Unfortunately, you don’t suit the position” a.k.a rejection, I would feel dejected. Why? Simply because things were not working out for me. Now, I know a lot of you are thinking, “dude, that is so weak of you! Grow a pair.” Well, I would say the same but you see in India I was in demand. No job application was rejected and I was the boss. So cool.
Cool. Ha.
I was so unprepared for this. From the lap of luxury I fell into the barbs of reality. Where you either fight or just let the barbs bite your skin until things get bad. I was taking the latter road.
Acceptance was what I was looking for in a foreign country. I was the outsider. “How can they judge me without meeting/talking to me?”, I would ask! *Brrrr*
Many tears, soppy moments, anger bursts and panic moments followed. I was PMS-ing almost all throughout. Kudos to my family for holding me on. The mister. The parents. The best friend. All held the confidence I had started to lose.
Yes, I end up getting a job. Yes. But what I will never forget is that feeling.
Life is full of adventures and struggles are a part of your story. I did not know that cause I had it very easy up until now. I still did, I had a strong support in my husband, parents and friends. But even that little struggle has made me stronger.
So, cutting the long story short, I am a more thankful person now.
I have successfully, after a lot of falls survived 6 months away from home. I am now a more evolved person than I was 6 months ago. I can cook, well, I am getting there. Life will still throw curves at me. It always will. I sleep like a puppy knowing Sydney has a lot more to show me. I have the mister, my partner in crime always by my side and two amazing sets of parents back home who show me the way when I am going wrong. I think the 6 months have been a roller coaster ride but that’s life I hear.
But, I miss India. I always will. It is home. But hey, so is this.
Lastly, the ONLY thing I wish Sydney had more of is yummy spicy Indian food. Anyone listening?
In the hopes of yummy spicy things..
Until then, stay tangled! xx
MANASVI SHARMA BAWA 
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