Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.

When I think about a “first day,”

it’s not school.

Not work.

It’s my first time going abroad.

Because of money,

it didn’t happen early.

No gap year.

No student trip.

I had already been working for three or four years

when I finally left the country—

with colleagues,

for work.

It wasn’t a vacation.

There were schedules.

Tasks.

A bit of pressure.

But when the plane took off,

I felt it.

The world suddenly became larger.

Looking out of the window,

above the clouds,

I realized something simple:

I was no longer just imagining the outside world.

I was inside it.

That trip didn’t change my life overnight.

No big revelation.

No dramatic turning point.

But it taught me this:

some doors don’t open because you hesitate.

They open when you are finally stable enough

to push them.

The joy of my first trip abroad

came a little late—

but it felt solid.