Just a month or so back, I had been so ready to pack up and leave back to university. I was missing all my friends, I was feeling lonely despite being surrounded by my parents and brother. I was feeling locked in, there was nothing much to do here except stay in the house and look for hours at my phone, ruing the day I decided to join any kind of social media at all. I was seeing everyone having fun lives, hanging out with friends, while I was sitting miles away in the UK, staring at the screen of my phone and wishing I were back there instead. It is not a very fond memory to reminisce, for obvious reasons, because it has too many problems that seem apparent in retrospect, but then, it was what it was. Blinding isolation, I like to call it, when I withdrew because I felt others were withdrawing and suddenly, I could see nothing at all anymore.
I shall miss this home that I have managed to make mine in the three months I have been here. There have been times at university when I would turn awake at night, half-expecting to see the bottom of the top bunk above me, like I would have if I had been back home in Chennai. There were times when I would wake up, slightly delirious, half-expecting to see my wardrobe there, with its sticker-filled exterior and messy interior. I would then realise that I had moved on, moved away from that house. That house has been with me through my teenage as I remember it, from when I moved in at the age of 12 until I moved out at the age of 17. It has seen me through many times, from my first excursion with my classmates to Mahabalipuram, to my outing with my best friend to the beach or to the movies. It has seen me grow up, seen me be a prejudiced arse, seen me be mean to myself, spewing hate at myself, it has seen me cry into my pillow at night, when a close friend moved schools, it has seen me angry when I did not get recognition for my efforts in my school, it has seen me through a lot of things.
But now, it has seen me move away and make a new life, almost, in a new city (or maybe I should say cities, counting this home here in the UK). And I am excited to see what all this new home is going to be seeing me do. Maybe it shall see me join higher studies, maybe it shall see me graduate, maybe it shall see me make my way to a job, maybe it shall see me make my way here every summer, with hopes and dreams, maybe it shall see me make new friends, fall in love, maybe more. I don’t know, the future is full of possibilities, scary possibilities, exciting possibilities. But right now, despite it all, I am scared to leave. I have been here for three months and it feels rooting, I feel rooted here now and to leave seems to be a painful uprooting. I am not ready for it yet.
In contrast, when I was moving into university last year, I had been raring to go. I was ready to pack up and leave, of course, with some level of apprehension and fear, but overall excitement. But this time, I am scared of moving back and I cannot exactly find a particular reason why. Maybe it is because I am afraid of what the university life entails, I had been ignorant before but now I kind of know what happens, what I shall have to go through every semester. Maybe it is also anxiety at having to leave my family, not where I can access them easily, but instead far away, farther than they would have been if they were in India. Maybe it is the anxiety that I shall be travelling alone (even though I have done it countless times already) and that I have no plan for my transport, as of now. Maybe it is the fear of unpacking and arranging my room once I get to university, take all my things from the locker, carry them and put them all away neatly. There are too many things that I am afraid of and I don’t know what to do about it all.
But then, university has also taught me to learn to deal with many of my fears. It is inevitable that I shall leave for university tomorrow, it is going to happen, I have my flight ticket to vouch for it. I have no control over it at all, and so I will be forced to deal with it. I just hope that I can find the strength to do that, that I shall continue to find the strength during my tough times. I have a family to turn to, no matter how many times I have faced issues with them, or have fought with them. I exist here for a reason, I have the strength to deal with the hard balls that are thrown at me. I am here to make an impact in the world, no matter how small, and I shall work to realise myself, to make myself happy. I have the guts to move ahead through it all, don’t I?
And that’s my memory for the day.