Day 0: Of Vogue's and Valleys

I have officially taken my first steps into independence. I have packed up my life into three (admittedly large) suitcases, and traveled across the world, to meet, live with, and care for people I have never seen before. I am away from all the people I love, I have stepped a million miles outside my comfort zone, to a place that is foreign and yet somehow familiar. I have never visited, never met the people I am living with, but I already feel a sense of belonging. It's hard to feel homesick when you already feel at home.

In the last twenty four hours I have:

Say tearful goodbyes to my loved ones
Traveled about 7000 miles across the globe
Bought my first British Vogue (and am on the hunt for Vogue Italia, September issue)
Eaten a schnitzel sandwich, a pretzel the size of my head and beef bourgignoun (or the pre-frozen, re-heated, cabin pressurized version of it)
Waited for 90 minutes in line at immigration
Suppressed a mini panic attack at customs
Seen the absolutely breathtaking Camphill Kimberton, three hundred and forty acres' worth proof that nature is more beautiful and graceful than man can ever attempt to create
Taken up residence in the Farm House
Felt right at home, 7000 miles away from mine.