July 13, 2016
Maybe More Than A Day
What a journey! Tiresome. There were 3 flights to reach to Jodhpur, India.
One from San Francisco to Abu Dhabi, then another from Abu Dhabi to Delhi, and a last one, a domestic flight from Delhi to Jodhpur. After checking in our four heavy-loaded luggage bags, my dad set my mom and I out to begin this new chapter in our lives.
My mom and I stood at the end of the security line after sharing our farewells with my dad, and until we were inside the gates, I continued to wave at my dad. Through the journey through the queue, my mind wandered off to think about what I was doing: leaving the country I had grown up in, staying away from my father for a few months, and all in all, starting an entirely new life. I asked myself for the hundredth time, did I really want to do this? (Not that I had much of a choice.) I was leaving my friends behind, but heading to my family. I was leaving behind the language I’m best at, but heading to my native language. I was leaving behind the fast food I often ate, but heading to the most mouth-watering sweets in the world. I was leaving behind one land, but heading to another. Was there actually anything too bad about this change? `
Catching the first flight was a piece of cake, and once we reached our gate, my mother and I dragged our cabin bags to a cozy corner where we relaxed for a bit, waiting to board the flight. About an hour before the flight’s departure time, boarding began, starting with priority guests and families with infants. Finally, my mom and I were able to board the plane.
The fifteen-hour trip from San Francisco to Abu Dhabi exhausted not only my mom and I, but I’m pretty sure, everyone on the plane as well.
At last, when we reached Abu Dhabi, my mother and I rushed to a restroom to freshen up, and we then found our stomachs grumbling. We decided to eat at an airport McDonalds. Then, our eyelids started getting heavier, so we dragged our luggage to near-by seats, and found a cozy place. I tightly hugged my laptop bag as I drifted off into sleep…
I was awakened by people’s voices. Where was I? How long had I been asleep? I glanced at the time. Five hours! Next to me, my mother was also awake. Half asleep, I followed my mother in grabbing our luggage and dragging it out of the area to another restroom, where I splashed myself out of sleep. It all happened so quickly, I realized: the getting up and moving out. I chuckled to myself.
We made our way to our gate just in time, only a little while before they started boarding. As soon as we got in our seats, tried to fall back into sleep. As I closed my eyes, I imagined what would be new. A new life, again. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.
Three hours and fifteen minutes later, our flight landed in the Delhi Indira Gandhi International Airport. We were now in India…
Almost seven hours later, my mom and I walked into the humid air of Jodhpur, where we were greeted by my dada (dad’s dad) and dadi (dad’s mom.) I was here; the place I would live in for the next year, more or less.