I don't even know where it all started...
Oh wait, I know.. It was the summer of 2014. I had just recently moved all the way to a new continent. I was excited about the move, though, nervous as a wreck. I remember I wouldn't stop looking out the window after the plane had taken off, wondering if there was anything I could do to make this giant aircraft turn back at my will. I could barely swallow the spit that clustered in my mouth when we landed. It was there, the place I would call my home till god knows when. I slowly went up to my new room while simultaneously looking vividly at what seemed to be my new home. My parents and little sister were ecstatic. "Isn't the house beautiful?", they said. "Oh, yea, it is" I muttered as I headed up the stairs. For some reason, I felt that me moving to a different continent would be the reason for my downfall. I kept my luggage's in my room and headed straight to the shower. Something was weird; the water didn't have the same smell as it did back home. The one here smelt like 'it was trying' while the one back home felt 'real.' Later that day, we went to the mall to get home supplies, toiletries, cooking utensils, and groceries. My mother wanted to cook Jollof rice. That was the only thing that made me feel at home ever since we landed. At the mall, I saw a variation of people from "tall blonde valley girl" to "soccer mums" and most importantly I saw teenagers with the school shirt labelled "Theiss High". That was the High School I was going to attend. For some reason, I felt uneasy when they walked passed me. "They are all so pretty... will I fit in?" I thought as I lowered my head. My parents could sense that something was wrong because they looked uneasy too. My mum held my shoulder and whispered: "are you okay?" I looked up, smiled at her and said: "yes, I just have a migraine". She wasn't convinced so she insisted on talking about it back home. We shopped and shopped until we could not add more things to the car (my dad had purchased it months ago). When we got home, I had a sickening feeling; I thought "maybe I'm hungry... or maybe its the jet lag?". After laying down and listening to music for a while, I decided to go back downstairs to eat the Jollof rice. That made me very happy because either my mum was in India or Australia, her cooking remained the same.
