It was April 13 of 2013 when I left my parents house.
I remember very clearly when the front door closed behind me.
I thought "Right, this is really happening..."
My dad lifted my heavy suitcase in the car trunk, and in a few minutes we were ready to go.
They took me to Rome's Airport, where I was going to get my flight to Perth, with a stop in Dubai.
During our 3 and a half hours drive, they were trying to hide their tears from me.
The feel of sadness that day was so dense that I could feel it pushing me on my shoulders.
I could feel their heavy hart full of pain.
Once at the Airport, and after the Check-In was done, was time for me to go through the security line on the way to the gates, but first I had to say goodbye.
Say goodbye was what was warring me the most.
I always hated crying in front of other peoples, but in that moment I could not help myself, I was heartbreak.
I was sorry to give such a pain to my parents.
The only child, who at 20y old was leaving them to go to the other side of the world for who knows how long.
Because that was the point, I didn't know for how long I would have been away.
They didn't know when they would have seen their beloved daughter again.
The only way I could go to Australia was with a visa.
My intention was to work, so I applied for the Working Holiday Visa, which I granted straight away.
It allowed me to work full time up to one year in Australia, or even two years if I will do farm work in a regional areas for 3 months along the first year.
That day at the airport I was ready and excited to go, no regrets, but two years are long, and I wasn't sure that I would have lasted until the end...
"What if I will be homesick? What if I can't find a job? After all I never worked before and my English is really bad. What if I don't like it there?..."
But one episode that I still remember today, happened only few weeks before my departure, was keeping me motivated and determined not to fail:
I was at home with my parents. I was downstairs in the leaving room watching TV, and I could year them talking on the first floor.
They where talking about me, so I turned down the volume of the TV, and I went upstairs, so that I could ear what they were saying.
My dad was concerned about my trip, and he was asking my mother what they would have done if I was going to stay there for one year or so.
He would have miss me too much and the only idea but it self was enough for make him feel sad.
But my mom was telling him that I would have been back in a matter of months, maybe two or three, but without doubts I wouldn't have last the for the all visa.
Why? Because at that time I had never left my parents home before, I never lived alone, so they thought I wouldn't have been able to provide for my self, and after a few disastrous months I would have been back home, defeat, asking for their help.
Knowing that my parents had such a low estimation of myself made me feel sad at first, but at that time it couldn't be a better motivator to show them how strong I really am, and totally able to provide to myself everything I would have needed along the way.
So yes, that day at the airport I said goodbye to my parents with many tears falling down my face, because I knew I would have done anything I could to stay in Australia until the end of my visa, and prove to my self and to them, that I could do it.
Now, was I right?...
English is not my native language, and I have never studied it properly, I'm mostly a self taught.
I apologize in advance for any possible grammatical mistakes.
I'm still doing my best to improve! :)