Life

My first fulfilled wish

So I’m a bit late to the party but Kerri from Life & other crises puts up a prompt each Monday for us to share our firsts and link up any time during the week. I have liked reading some of the previous prompts and figured it’s time I join in.

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I was 13 years old and had been watching cricket since I was 11. More specifically, I had been following Australian cricket. The more I watched games being played in Australia between November and March, the bigger my dream grew — of some day moving to Australia.

When I look back now, I don’t think I made any specific plans to see my wish fulfilled. It just continued to be something I wanted. But never really had a clue how to go about it. As the years went on, I completed my HSC and decided against my sports journalistic aspirations and leaned towards psychology instead. I continued to follow Australian cricket with a passion and was always in awe when I heard of people in India visiting or migrating to Australia.

The year was 2004. I was in my final year of undergraduate studies. Doing my major in psychology. That was when I started to seriously consider fulfilling my wish of going to Australia. By pursuing further studies there. Would it happen? I had no idea. Given that I was uncertain about what area of psychology I wanted to specialise in, my plans were a bit up in the air. I began researching the different courses and decided on sports psychology. Because it seemed the closest to my love of sport and well, the cricket connection. As the year went on though, discussions with a few people including some lecturers made me question that decision. And I changed my mind. I narrowed down some universities after visiting an agency that assisted with studying in Australia. I started to get my documentation in order while simultaneously attempting to complete my Bachelor of Arts. Which I did.

I put in my applications to about 4 different Australian universities but at the same time, enrolled myself for a postgraduate course at Mumbai university. While waiting to hear back, I trudged through life. Feeling completely and utterly put off at  Mumbai university. I was starting to lose interest in psychology because of the appalling way in which it was being taught. I guess I had been spoilt by my lecturers in undergrad and the postgrad lecturers were nowhere near as good. I eventually made up my mind to quit. Despite not having heard anything positive from Australian universities. Being the anxious person I am, I started to chalk up a Plan B. The only thing keeping me sane at the time was hitting the gym 6 days a week. So I figured a Plan B could be doing a course in personal training and become one myself.

I got a couple of rejections from 2 of my initial preferences. The reason being I had not done any biology post my Year 10. And apparently, to study Developmental psychology, you needed biology! {Yeah, they don’t tell you that in Year 11 — psychology does have science!} I finally got an offer from one of the universities. But funnily enough, I was not sure whether to accept it. After reaching this far, I suddenly had doubts as to whether it was a good idea after all. I spoke to a few friends about it and wrote up a list of pros and cons. Eventually making up my mind to go for it. The process wasn’t all smooth sailing though. My parents applied for an education loan and I overheard them one night sorting out finances and worrying about the same. Which in turn, freaked me out thinking they were going beyond their means to support me.

I broke down. I told them I didn’t want to do it. Didn’t want to be a burden. I was on the verge of getting depressed given that I wasn’t studying or doing anything worthwhile {apart from the gym!}. My parents though reassured me. Sat me down at around 2 in the morning and went through the finances. Proving that they could in fact get a loan {Which once I was done studying, I’d have to pay back}. Once that got through, we put in the rest of the paperwork for visas and health checks and finally, in December 2004, I got my visa approved.

The reality still hadn’t sunk in. I was busy by now having found a job at the education agency and did not come to terms with the fact that I would have to leave in February. Finally, I stopped working a couple of weeks before I was due to leave. Went on a major shopping spree. Tried to find time to catch up with all my friends.

On February 11th 2005, a day before my sister’s 16th birthday, I boarded a flight to Sydney, Australia.

It was on the flight that it sunk in.

I was actually leaving.

For Australia.

My wish since I was 13 was finally being fulfilled.

I had left my family and friends back in Mumbai to embark on this journey all by myself. In a country where I knew no one. To start a whole new life.

Almost 9 years later, I now call Sydney home.

I am Australian.

And I love this place.

Having this first wish fulfilled has opened up avenues to so many others being fulfilled. So many dreams coming true. Not all of the journey has been rosy. But it has nevertheless been wonderful. And I have grown in so many ways over the years. I continue to be filled with gratitude that I had the opportunity to have this wish fulfilled. To be where I am today.

To live my life.

***Linking up with Kerri for My First.. and Grace for FYBF***

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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  • Kerri Sackville
    20 December 2013 at 7:40 am

    You are SO brave. Truly. I applaud you. I think moving countries must be utterly terrifying (but clearly rewarding!).
    So glad you made your wish come true x

    • Psych Babbler
      24 December 2013 at 5:58 pm

      Thanks heaps Kerri…lots of people say that but I don’t think I ever thought of it that way. However, reflecting on it makes me realise how big a decision it was! So thanks for that opportunity… 🙂

  • Kerri Sackville
    20 December 2013 at 7:40 am

    You are SO brave. Truly. I applaud you. I think moving countries must be utterly terrifying (but clearly rewarding!).
    So glad you made your wish come true x

    • Psych Babbler
      24 December 2013 at 5:58 pm

      Thanks heaps Kerri…lots of people say that but I don’t think I ever thought of it that way. However, reflecting on it makes me realise how big a decision it was! So thanks for that opportunity… 🙂

  • Kerri
    20 December 2013 at 9:53 am

    Wow…..great story…..thanks for sharing

  • Kerri
    20 December 2013 at 9:53 am

    Wow…..great story…..thanks for sharing

  • Tat
    20 December 2013 at 9:15 pm

    Wishing you many more fulfilled wishes.
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    • Psych Babbler
      24 December 2013 at 5:59 pm

      Welcome here Tat and thanks! 🙂

  • Tat
    20 December 2013 at 9:15 pm

    Wishing you many more fulfilled wishes.
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    • Psych Babbler
      24 December 2013 at 5:59 pm

      Welcome here Tat and thanks! 🙂

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