A month be4 LEAVE!!

I sit here in my room and take a closer look to the tiny details of its walls, cabinet, smell, etc. It is a room that I have spent my whole life in, which groups it to 23 years of daily interactive with its own spirit. When you live with someone or something, then you get very acquainted by being part of it thus getting detached would make it hard.

I have spent many hours in this room, whether studying, dancing, crying, laughing, and even enjoyed some late nights simply painting its walls to make it more energetic and colorful and to enjoy a late night alone with it. You may be shocked of my relatedness to the room especially since it's only an "IT", but I don't take it that way. I feel that this small room of mine has been a very good friend who shared me my happiness, sadness, agony, need, loneliness, craziness, etc. It simply was there for me since I was a kid.

Why am I so passionate about my room? Well the reason is that I will leave it soon for almost a whole year. I know that hopefully I will come back, but it's simply that am going to miss being here, knowing the smallest details of it. It is not the first time for me to leave, but certainly the second longest.

I remember when this opportunity first stared. I was very much interested in gaining an experience within my field of specialization, finance. I am very keen to learn as much as I can and to search for any opportunities available for I believe that I am responsible of developing my own self rather than depending on university only. With this goal, I applied for the AIESEC program, which I am now part of the SALAAM program.

During my search for such experience, I was given other opportunities to work abroad, but this program made me feel very comfortable of the outcomes and interested in the opportunity offered: work experience AND a cultural interaction. I still remember when I read all the details of the program, the first thing that came to my mind was, "this is the program for me; it is made for me to be part of."

With all the joy that fills my surrounding, I am also afraid of such experience. There are surely several reasons, but two are main: the first is the fear of the unknown where I have no idea what is it like to be there and WORK. But this fear has diminished with friends that have told me much about Michigan (I'm going there, haven't I mentioned that:P) even though at first I was DEAD scared because of Detroit area. Now I'm more interested in visiting and being part of it.
The second fear, is arriving to the airport. Especially with someone promising me a surprising pickup which I take as a SCARY one, I am trying to have the worse scenario but can't figure if it is truly the worse, or the minds of those people in Dubai have even XXXXtra worse ones;)

In both cases, it is an experience that I fear a bit, but would be part of it and learn as much as I can, for its not one that should be missed.