On a plane bound for London.

With tears in eyes, I watched Sydney grow smaller in the distance. British Airways Flight 015 was en route to Singapore for a short stopover then onto Heathrow, London.

As I watched the city receding in the distance, thoughts swarmed my head. Was I doing the right thing? Was I completely crazy? What happens if I get mugged or sick? What if I want to come home? Could I do this?

12 months prior, in a moment of empowerment I had planned my first overseas holiday, solo. Now, on the day of departure, I was suddenly overcome with nerves and emotions. I was so excited yet so very scared, I was excited about the adventure ahead yet the reality of the situation was daunting. Travelling to the other side of the world, alone, for 3 weeks.

The tears were of joy not sadness, I was happy to be living my dream. So many times I had started my sentences with “One day I want to…” so this was my ‘one day.’

It was my one day to achieve that dream and my one day to show myself that I had the strength TO achieve my dream. It was my one day to put myself first, be selfish and do something that I had dreamt of my whole life.

It was my one day to learn about my strengths and my weaknesses and to grow from them.