My First impressions

My first impression.

Dear journal,

Today’s date is Friday, March 1^st. I finally got to Thailand.

After several turbulent flights, the plane finally landed in Bangkok. At that very moment, I had so many things going through my mind. In a way, I already missed my family, thinking that I was going to be apart from them for a year scared me to death, and besides I was afraid of what was expecting me outside that plane. But on the other way, I knew this was my dream. Teaching was my passion and being able to teach my native language to preschool kids in such an amazing country as Thailand is, was going to be an incredible experience.

I finally got off the plane, the heat was stifling, I went to the airport for some paperwork and then, I saw them; my foreign correspondents were waiting for me with my name written on a paper. I greeted them, and then we came “home”.

My correspondent’s name is Kan, she’s a year older than me, also a teacher. She’s a really sweet girl. I live with her, with her parents and with her older brother Suchart.

"My house" is small; it only has 2 bedrooms (one for the parents and the other for the siblings), a bathroom and a kitchen-living room. They managed to put another bed in Kan and Suchart’s room, so I sleep with them. (They sleep on a bunk bed and I sleep on a mattress on the floor). It could be worse, I can’t complain.

Today it has been a day of mixed emotions. I will start my job as a volunteer on Monday, I don’t know what fate has in store for me, but I bet it’s something really good!