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How to Answer Immigration Questions at the Airport
Rise and shine, it's 4am and my flight's leaving at 12noon. It's supposed to be a quiet Wednesday for me, but today marks the new chapter in my career; I'm leaving for XXX, for certain.29 June 2016. Wednesday
But my luggage are not yet completely ready, and to think that I need to travel for six hours to get to the international airport. For a moment, I thought I might miss the flight. But now's not the right to entertain evil thoughts. Just keep positive.
There are a few dilemmas in my packing issue, and mainly because my luggage is not big enough I had to be really practical; and by that I mean only taking those that I would need to survive in say, a month. Not many articles of clothing, left behind books I just bought (I can't afford extra weight), some of my pertinent documents with me and voila, I'm ready to hit the road.
It was still dark outside. My mother is up, making sure I'm all good to go. This time, they won't be accompanying me to the airport. Partly because I prefer to leave with not much emotional stress; I'll miss my family, I'll miss home. But giving in to these thoughts would make leaving more painful. I'm leaving for a good reason, and that's enough to be away for a few years.
At the gate, I hugged my mom. Told her to take care of herself and always be strong. My dad, he took me to the bus station and carried my luggage. It was drizzling, but I didn't mind getting drenched. After all, it was the last time I would get wet in this land.
It was still dark outside. When dad and I reached the bus station, he stood a few meters away from where I was. I didn't come to him. I knew he needed space. I knew he had to deal with something I wouldn't know. He's my father after all, and me leaving is a sad reality we had to deal with.
The bus came. Father said his goodbye. I hugged him too and told him to take care. A few minutes later, I'm inside the bus waiting to reach my destination. Still unsure about the mixed emotions. I dozed off.
But my luggage are not yet completely ready, and to think that I need to travel for six hours to get to the international airport. For a moment, I thought I might miss the flight. But now's not the right to entertain evil thoughts. Just keep positive.
There are a few dilemmas in my packing issue, and mainly because my luggage is not big enough I had to be really practical; and by that I mean only taking those that I would need to survive in say, a month. Not many articles of clothing, left behind books I just bought (I can't afford extra weight), some of my pertinent documents with me and voila, I'm ready to hit the road.
It was still dark outside. My mother is up, making sure I'm all good to go. This time, they won't be accompanying me to the airport. Partly because I prefer to leave with not much emotional stress; I'll miss my family, I'll miss home. But giving in to these thoughts would make leaving more painful. I'm leaving for a good reason, and that's enough to be away for a few years.
At the gate, I hugged my mom. Told her to take care of herself and always be strong. My dad, he took me to the bus station and carried my luggage. It was drizzling, but I didn't mind getting drenched. After all, it was the last time I would get wet in this land.
It was still dark outside. When dad and I reached the bus station, he stood a few meters away from where I was. I didn't come to him. I knew he needed space. I knew he had to deal with something I wouldn't know. He's my father after all, and me leaving is a sad reality we had to deal with.
The bus came. Father said his goodbye. I hugged him too and told him to take care. A few minutes later, I'm inside the bus waiting to reach my destination. Still unsure about the mixed emotions. I dozed off.
