After finishing my Fashion Design course, I was sure I wanted to learn further and not stop being a designer. I wanted more from life, and I still want it. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with being ambitious and dream. Getting into London College of Fashion was something I dreamt of when I started with my designing course. After my course, I worked with a company for a while. It was quite clear to my senior that I wanted to do my Masters and won’t work for long. He was fine with it and, to my surprise, helped me throughout the process. It all started with filling up my application, but the most important decision was which course should I pick? After a lot of brainstorming, I pinned down to Fashion Design Management. During my working period, I realized that just learning to design wasn’t enough, and it’s important to learn how to manage it and understand the business point of view.
Though I was clear with what I want, I still had the biggest challenge, “The Interview.” The fear was not about failing; it was if I failed, I didn’t have any backup. I had not gone through any other colleges other than LCF. Fortunately, things went well, and I got my offer letter. Everything rest started to fall in place. I decided on my dates, started planning for my visa and other stuff. I knew I’m leaving my friends and family, and I’m going to miss them a lot, but you got to lose something to gain others. I spent all my time with my family. This was the longest in 4 years, and I knew somewhere it was the last. There were days where I did nothing but only be with them. The last few days were absolute chaos. I had to sort out payments, accommodation, pack, and also learn how to cook.
Days flew by, and “The Day” was finally here. It was the hardest Goodbye. But I still wonder why there wasn’t a single tear? I was upset, and I knew I’m not going to see them for a very long time. I was flooded with emotions. I knew things are going to change. I’ll have a completely new life, and most importantly, I had to do it all alone. But maybe I was prepared to be strong. This is my 9th day in London, and it still feels like yesterday when my parents and friends came to drop me at the airport. I felt like never leaving. I wish I could stay longer, hug longer, spend more time together. But time does not stop for anybody, and I had to embark on this journey alone. For all those good memories and to make new ones.