June 4, 2013 § 1 Comment
That was the last sentence my tutor said to me when she saw me looking at my empty lecture class opposite her office before I left. I bad her goodbye and she gave a tight squeeze when I hugged her.
At that moment, my heart sank into pieces. I could still remember the unwillingness to leave Malaysia in 2010. I could still remember how much I longed to be back at home just after I started the first day in Plymouth. I could still remember how foreign it felt to be in Marjon, the small university college which clearly was not surrounded by great facilities. I could still remember wishing that three years would come by like the blink of the eye.
I could still remember questioning myself if taking up the whole scholarship is what I really wanted.
Today, I had the answer.
This is what I want to do. I want to be a teacher, who can inspire others like how my teachers and lecturers have inspired me.
Writing this now, I laughed at myself. Maybe it’s a little too late to realise that..
Three months ago, I was really happy and eager for the fact that I would be home for good after three years.
Now, when it’s finally less than two weeks to go, I stumble upon a weird unwillingness to leave.
The thought of leaving the peaceful town, the warm university, the happy life and the loving family here is very much depressing.
The worse part is, each day seems to go faster than the day before.
So that’s it. This is really the final bit of the journey.