A New Era

As I was on my way home from another day at school, my Mum was looking anxious and she had something to tell me. As we approached our driveway she turned to me and explained to me that we were moving to Dubai, my Dad had accepted a job and we were officially moving out there at Easter. This is when it dawned that I would either leave my friends and an environment that I was used to, or live in an unknown place with no friend and a different way of life.        

Over the next couple of weeks I thought about that decision and came to a conclusion, I stay and become a boarder. There are lots of positives Rugby, Hockey, Academics and the environment, half of the winter term had past and this meant that boarding was round the corner, at first it was daunting but I slowly got used to it and then I started to love it.

Three long and arduous months later it was time, to say goodbye to my parents the people who had been around for so long. Sure it was difficult to say goodbye but I knew that staying in England was the best for me and I thought to myself, grow up, be a man. Once they left I felt a cold and lonely sensation, one that only comes when you miss someone close to you. Over the next half of summer term the days seemed to get longer and longer. Each lesson dragged into the next and I thought it would go on forever, but after what felt like a life time it was finally time to go home, my first flight on my own.

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As I reached to grab my bag out the back of the taxi I was excited and worried, which entrance do I go to? Gate number? MISSING THE FLIGHT? All of these things rushed into my head, as I entered Heathrow Terminal 3 I was overwhelmed by the amount of people. Everyone looking for their check-in points, they were the dreaded desks where people wait for unholy amounts of time just to put their bags on the plane. I on the other hand was focused and saw the Etihad check-in, luckily the queue at this particular airline was non-existent. I zipped ...

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