My online Journal #1

I left home at the age of 24; feeling excited, immortal and unstoppable. Please don’t laugh, but for an average small-town girl, flying thousands of miles away from home on her own, and for the first time — it was a pretty thrilling experience..

When I watched the landscapes of my motherland from the bird’s point of view; it got me thinking:

“What the hell am I doing? Do I even want to go to London?”

Well. It was too late anyway. I was sitting on a plane…And I couldn’t get rid of the picture of my crying mum at the airport.