The big move: Ups and downs of the journey from India to Ireland

It was last year I decided that it was time to move to a different continent. I packed my bags in late September and flew to gloomy, windy Ireland.

- Sunfdha

The reason for the big move was primarily higher education. I would be lying if I said that studying abroad had always been a goal of mine but I decided to give it a shot.

Much to the surprise of my parents, I had secured a spot in an Mphil degree course. And I was delighted to move abroad, far away from the blistering Indian heat. Studying abroad has been largely demystified by various content creators.

While one gets to leave the chaos that is India, one also gets stuck with doing unglamorous domestic chores.

Though I had developed a certain disdain for domestic labour pretty early in life, that is not what fazed me about my experience abroad. I would also be lying if I said that it was tough to make friends abroad since I ended up meeting my amazingly witty classmates that always looked out for each other. I wish I could ramble endlessly about culture shock (people really love their pints of Guinness) or the bureaucracy (mind numbingly tedious all across the globe) or something about the incident encouraging rampant individualism.