Recalled memories.

So I have gone through my diaries of when I was in India, sat for ages dwelling on memories. I would like to share with you all my first memory.

I hopped off the plane anxious, lost and not sure where I was being led or how on earth I crossed the world amidst hundreds of people all around me yet by myself at the same time. I didn't understand what part of me had thrown me this far out of my comfort zone...for fun? What was I thinking. I didn't understand what was being said around me or even to me, my first longing to go home where everything I see is familiar and understandable. They spoke in English, but i was confused. This wasn't my language covered with my accent. Unsure I asked pardon me more than a hundred times, when I finally understood this poor man getting frustrated with my white foreigner new zealandified self I heard him say "What is the purpose of your visit"? I froze, what am i doing here? why did I come? I managed to whisper out with a shaking voice 'Im here to stay with friends'. I then laughed to myself as I realized, thats what he said! Felt ashamed I couldn't even understand that! haha.
I think about that question now.. profound much? What was my purpose there? Why did I travel for 16 hours by myself, leave everything I was comfortable with to come live in a country I knew hardly anything about to live for 84 whole days!
I'll get back to you on this.
Then following a lady in red who knew where I was going before I had even landed led me to collect my bag. It was huge and I am not. I thought to myself as I re adjusted my two bags I was already carrying, how on eath am I going to do this? I spotted my green burden of 25kgs of stuff that I 'needed' to live with. I could live with this amount of stuff, everything I had at home immediately became useless and just stuff. Tied to my bag were two giant orange strings...so it didn't get mixed up.
I picked it up(with a struggle) and pretty much pushed heaps of people out of the way with my nonesene and carry on. Adjusted bags. Ready.
I immediatly got asked if I needed help with my bags, I remember feeling almost insulted.. thinking 'do you not think I can carry all this stuff?' realised this was my stubborn independant little self afraid to be seen as weak. I accepted help and my 25kg burden left. I was tired and grump and was glad someone would drag my 'stuff' around for me. I already had myself to function and 2 bags.

Now the excitement hit me. Look for blonde hair and blue eyes were the only thoughts running through my head. This won't be hard. It's India right. Through glass doors I see bright smiles and giggles and squeals. All that was between me and this new world, my friends since I was in nappies were glass doors. That's it! Just those doors.
I was as happy as you could ever imagine. I was with my purpose of friends, in this purpose of mine's land. This was it.
Hugs were not short not one smile spared. Another set of doors down, my feet touched new soil, breathed unfamiliar air. This is my purpose to do this. My whole life changed from this moment on forever.