Belonging Hsc: Lost at Home Essay

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The taxi pulled up and Katia examined the numbers on her driver’s screen. She was foreign but not foolish and felt this was necessary but was puzzled at what she observed. $35 for what seemed to be merely a 5 minute drive. She quivered realising that whilst daydreaming about what to expect, she had lost track of time and as a result now experienced the beginning of agitating palpitations. This day was expected, and Katia didn't perceive it just to be an obligation to her newly-wed husband, Giannino but it was also something that she had profoundly desired. After travelling 9 and a half hours, over 7640km from her home and place of birth, Thailand; today was at last the day Katia was to be introduced to her husband’s family.
Knowing his family were absent from their wedding had left her feeling inescapably attributable to them, as this had not met their traditional routines. However, now was her time to seek their approval – a duty that most wives aimed to achieve but she was not self-assured this would be the case. After being separated from Gian, her beloved after his job in Saudi Arabia was terminated, forcing them to go back unescorted to their individual home countries, she had waited three months to be accepted for a Visa into his country, Australia. She longed to see him and this in accumulation with her unsureness of the new place, caused her to ponder as she approached a house that seemed to match the address she had written down on a piece of paper, shoved carelessly into her pocket, the last time she had the pleasure of hearing his virile voice. However, she was discontented as she called to make confirmation that she had been standing in front of the correct house, but received no answer. Katia began to make a slow approach to the front door whilst resisting the hunger she held in her heart, to run into every room of this person’s house until perhaps she found him yet instead made a slight hum, to relax herself in a secretive meditation.
To her disappointment, Katia was not greeted my Giannino as she met the front door. It was open. Was it possibly awaiting her arrival? Yes, she assured herself this, as it dismissed the fear that she had already been forgotten. She took no time to halt and walked straight through the door whilst alerting, ‘Hallloo? The volume of her voice was much louder than she sought it to be, as a result of her nervous tension. She hesitated. Would she come across as an intruder to their home? But she continued. Her pace was already extremely slow, yet nothing had been as slow and long as the enduring days she had waited for Giannino, that had ultimately questioned the strength of their relationship and love and if this was truly for infinity. She looked down to see the build-up of sweat on her palms. This allowed her to twist the golden ring Giannino had given her to read the engraved word, ‘infinity’. Standing in an astonishing house, she questioned if she was really deserving of this. Then her mind was interrupted as she was welcomed by an overwhelming amount of photos, many that she had realised encapsulated Gianino’s younger years. Instantly, warmth had fulfilled her, as it pleased her to see the harmony within his family, an accord she yearned to take refuge in. What’s more, she was reminded of their love. Although, as Katia studied these memories scattered throughout this first room she had come in to, it became more and more apparent that the people within these photographs all held similar traits that connected them; traits and physical attributes that vividly distinguished her. Prior to having met anyone, Katia had prefigured an awful sense of withdrawal that could not be altered as it resided within her flesh. She had made a swift exchange from a satisfying warmth to an arctic cold as she stood silently in humiliation. She relocated further within the house, where she was confronted by a cruel self-reflection. She observed the harsh shape of her distinctive eyes; a product of