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Everything started during Christmas of 2016 (I was 14 at that stage), when my mum told me there was a posibility for me doing a year abroad in Ireland to study and learn English (as I'm spanish). I had always dreamed of spending a year in a foreign country. So I thought about it and decided to do it, that was the best decision I have ever made in my whole life.
After making that decision, we started planing everything, so we chose a family, a school... I also had to preapare the clothes that I was taking with me (I even had to buy a coat!), we had to choose the flight dates, buy the uniform for the school, etc. As you can imagine, it was a bit stressing.
Everything was going great until August came by. I always felt confident about doing the year in Ireland and I felt I was capable of doing it as my engish wasn't too bad. But when August came by I realized the amount of time that I would spend alone over there, the amount of time without seeing my family and friends, I realized that it wasn't just going to be fun and nice, instead of that it was going to be hard, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to understand anything of what they were saying to me, i was afrain of being rejected, I was afraid that i was going to be judged in some kind of way, which is actually completely normal for me to feel that way, but you know that last month in Spain was hard for me, so I tried to spend my last days having fun with my family and friends.
