OZZIE [☃] BOUND

Eight years old & there I was sitting on a bus next to my mother.

We were both on our way for a domestic flight for Sydney⇢Canberra after the four hours flight from Fiji⇢Australia & I tried my hardest to stay awake for the trip. It was a dark night, the heavy rain had felt like it had gone on forever & the darkness lit up as the lightning struck alongside the rain as I stared out the bus window. I was uncomfortable so I started reminiscing about the last moments I had in Fiji. The occasion of my 8th birthday (just the month before) when my Mickey Mouse cake made an appearance & all my loved ones surrounded me. The familiar tune of “happy birthday” rang through my ears & the taste of creamy vanilla satisfied my taste-buds. All those happy memories of Fiji filled my body with such warmness that I dozed off. We boarded the plane for Canberra (our new home) & the turbulence was terrifying.  I entered the house & there was my own bed at our new house. It was the new chapter of our lives down-under.

Life is going to be interesting with these new animals.

The nerve-wrecking moment of my first day was a day I will never forget. It was a cold & windy morning so I wore my new green school polo shirt & long track pants(which was surprisingly warm) with my matching green school jumper & my hair tied back neatly in a bun. Mum had walked me to school, dropped me to my classroom & there  I was standing in front of my grade two class. The sense of being so unfamiliar to the surroundings, the people & the different weather had frightened me & like a mouse I had felt so tiny but there I was, with no small hole I could run into & hide. It was just me, myself & I in front of this classroom full of beaming little eyes.  I would remain that little mouse for awhile & for me I was ok which was all I needed to be “just ok.” That little mouse feeling stuck around for awhile but I started making friends. Then I thought back to my first day of those beaming eyes & how much they scared me but now those eyes belonged to people that became my friends.

Michael  Jackson

“In their innocence, very young children know themselves to be light and love. If we will allow them, they can teach us to see ourselves the same way. ”
Michael Jackson
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