My 21st birthday lasted 30 hours & was spent in 3 different continents
June 6, 2015
May 31st at 9:17pm, wheels down at Jakarta International Airport from Surabaya, the first leg of my trip.. also where my 21st birthday began. Flight EK357 to Dubai was meant to take off at 12:05am, minutes into June 1st. The flight delayed and midnight came with me sitting at gate B6.. hungry, sleepy and with an upset stomach. I’m 21! Eventually we boarded the plane and took off, Middle East bound.
I thought about getting a celebratory wine glass right as I came in, but with my upset stomach it would not have been a good idea. Minutes into the flight, we hit some pretty intense turbulence for over 45 minutes. I have flown quite a bit and I could say it was one of the worse stretches I’ve experienced. Literally a rough start to my “adulthood”, almost as if life was telling me “Wake up! You’re 21 already! The road is going to be rocky, get used to it!”
After the turbulence, I managed to fall asleep and landed uneventfully in Dubai, seven and half hours later. I spent a couple hours circling the airport still with a somewhat upset stomach that overrode my excitement for a few hours. I reached my gate, walked downstairs and heard the announcer.. “Good morning Ladies and Gentleman, please proceed to gate A7 for boarding of flight EK161 to Dublin.” DUBLIN! No way. That was when it sank. I was really flying to Dublin, so mega, super cool! I've been wanting to come to Ireland ever since I fell in love with Janet Devlin’s first audtion on X Factor. She’s bae but just doesn’t know it yet. Hope I will meet her. Life will be complete.
Anyway, no upset stomach was going to take away my excitement now. During the entire seven hour flight there, I felt as if I was in a dream, destination: cloud nine. One of those feelings you want to bottle up and never forget. Very similar to when I flew to the US for the first time. Touchdown Dublin 12:05pm. 3rd country, 3rd continent on my birthday.. and thanks to time difference, I still had 12 hours of birthday time! First major impression were the incredibly awesome, smart-sounding accents.
Hopped on a bus to cork, unpacked, settled and went grocery shopping. Cooked my dinner and was ready to (finally) celebrate my birthday. Johnny and I made our way to a pub, suggested to me by a guy on my bus ride. We spent a few hours there, catching up on our summer, reminiscing previous Seton Hall semesters and making ambitious plans for the rest of our summer.
All in all, my birthday was 30 hours long, started in Indonesia and ended at an Irish pub. That entire night, I didn’t drink, dance or even say much. I remember standing at the pub, smiling to myself in amazement and disbelief that I was actually there. I just wanted to soak it all in, to bottle up this feeling forever.
Stay put for my next post, "first impressions of Ireland"!