When I left the gates behind me and passed the last security checks, I had a strange feeling - a mix of indepence, hapiness and also a little bit fear. Okay, it was probably a bit more than just a Little bit, but there wasn't enough time to even think about what I was feeling. My head was filled with questions like: Do you have your passport? Do you have your phone charger in your bag? Do you have your ticket?, and when I was sitting in the plane, I finally allowed myself to relax a bit. Luckily, I didn't have to travel alone, because one of my closest friends is doing the same trip as I am, and I already knew some of the other people from my agency, which made the plane a little bit smaller than it seemed first.
When we finally arrived to Dublin (as you can see in the picture), my first impression was: Green. Wet. Rainy. The last time I went by plane was in the summer holidays, and Santorini really had a completely different landscape! All of us went to get our luggage, and when we finally got our suitcases, we squeezed ourselves into a small bus. Our host families would pick us up in about one hour, and it was a strange feeling - knowing that the persons you would live with for the next five months would wait for you there, and I was really excited.
Two Ed Sheeran albums later, we finally arrived in Ballinteer, where a huge group of people was waiting for us. There was a woman standing next to the bus, and just when I thought 'I hope she's my hostmum' she introduced herself to me and we were shaking hands. She helped me getting my two, heavy suitcases into the car, and I was about to get in on the right side. 'Oh, do you wanna drive by yourself?', she laughed, and I reminded myself, that in Ireland people drive on the other side of the road. Well, it shouldn't be the only time for me to forget.
We didn't go home straight away, because my host mum wanted to show me around first. Llewellyn is a very nice place, honestly - but every street looks the same! I could already see myself, returning home from a trip to the Citycenter, standing in front of my house door - realising that it's not my house door. 'Don't worry, you'll get used to that.'
At home, my host mum introduced me to the rest of the Family. 'Your very welcome!'
I went upstairs, realising that I was really exhausted and that I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. I looked at my suitcase. All I wanted was changing into more comfortable clothes and to unpack my things, so I opened my suitcase. Looked at the things inside of it. And knew: This skiing clothes are not mine.
Well, the next hours weren't very relaxed. All I could think about was my suitcase, alone, out there. I must have switched it up with someone else's from the Airport, who had a similar one.
Even though my host mum probably got the first impression, that Austrians must be very chaotic and unorganised (sorry to all the tidy Austrians out there, it wasn't on purpose!), she tried to calm me down, gave me some pasta and went to a small shoppingcenter with me. That was really nice of her, and luckily, they found my suitcase later in the evening, so everything got sorted in the end. And I also learned my first lesson here: Next time at the Airport, I'll check my luggage twice.
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