Leaving Kenya for the first time to study abroad was a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, nerves, and a profound sense of adventure. It was an opportunity to explore the unknown, to experience life outside my comfort zone, and to challenge myself in ways I had never imagined. Despite months of research – figuring out transport from the airport to campus, saving emergency contacts, understanding basic cultural norms, and planning as much as possible – nothing could truly prepare me for the reality of stepping into a completely new world.
After a long 14-hour flight with barely any sleep, I finally arrived in the UK. The moment I stepped into Heathrow Airport, everything felt surreal. I was thousands of miles away from home, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, accents, and systems. With my luggage in tow, I navigated my way through customs and found my way to the coach station. Though exhausted, I was filled with anticipation for what lay ahead. The journey to campus went mostly according to plan, but as soon as I stepped off the bus, a sudden wave of uncertainty hit me. I had no sense of direction, no mobile data to look up maps, and barely any cash in hand. For a brief second, I panicked—what now?
Fortunately, kindness found me when I needed it most. A friendly student at the bus station noticed my confusion and offered to help. They pointed me in the right direction and guided me to the next bus that would take me to campus. That small act of kindness was my first real introduction to the supportive student community I would soon become part of. Once I arrived at the university, the international student support team warmly welcomed me, helping me settle into my accommodation. Since I had booked my flight earlier than most international students (flights were expensive, and this was the most practical option), I had a few days to myself. I used that time to explore my new surroundings—walking around Guildford Town Centre, familiarizing myself with the local shops, and slowly absorbing the reality that this was now my home for the next few years.
Then, the real experience began.
Once other international students arrived, everything changed. Meeting people who were just as new to this country as I was gave me an instant sense of connection and reassurance. We were all in the same boat, eager to make friends, share our experiences, and create new memories together. Some of the people I met that first week are still my closest friends today. What made settling in even easier was the International Arrivals Week—a well-organized event designed to help new students integrate into university life. From engaging treasure hunts to lively international dinners and even some nightlife activities, it was the perfect way to break the ice and get a taste of the university experience.
By the time Freshers’ Week rolled around, I felt like I had already found my place. I was no longer just a visitor in a foreign land; I was building a new home. Those first few weeks were a mix of excitement, awkward introductions, and small cultural surprises—from understanding British humor to navigating public transport without getting lost. But through it all, I never felt truly alone.
Looking back, I am immensely grateful for those early days, for the well-thought-out support systems in place, and for the friends who made the transition smoother. If I had to give one piece of advice to new international students, it would be this: embrace the experience wholeheartedly, talk to people, and don’t be afraid to ask for help. The adventure may feel overwhelming at first, but before you know it, you’ll find your feet—just like I did.
