How My First Flight Abroad Changed My Life

I took my first flight abroad in 2010—and it changed everything.  Until then, I had never even taken a domestic flight—let alone traveled internationally. That day wasn’t just about going to another country; it was about leaving behind fear, frustration, and the life I had outgrown.

I was headed to Thailand, carrying nothing but hope, borrowed money, and the encouragement of a college friend who promised to help me get started.

When I arrived early at NAIA, I had one small luggage, my passport, and a printed e-ticket. Everything felt unfamiliar. I didn’t know how things worked—where to check in, how to fill out forms, or what to expect during security checks.

However, what scared me the most was immigration.

At that time, Philippine immigration was already strict—especially toward first-time travelers flying to countries like Thailand. I had heard many stories about Filipinos being offloaded, even if they had all the necessary documents.

So, there I was—on my very first flight—holding my breath.

As I stood in line with shaky knees, I watched other passengers calmly hand over their documents. Finally, when it was my turn, I stepped forward and gave a soft, polite “Good evening.”

The officer barely glanced at me before opening my passport and firing off questions:

“Where are you going?”
“Do you have hotel bookings?”
“Where are you staying?”

I told him I was visiting Thailand for a short trip and staying with a friend. On paper, that was true—I had a return ticket and enough pocket money to last a few weeks.

But the truth was, I was going there to look for work.

What made it even more frightening was that the money I used for the plane ticket and pocket money was borrowed. I couldn’t afford to be offloaded and sent back.

Moreover, I knew immigration officers had probably seen this story many times before. Many Filipinos claimed they were tourists but were actually hoping to build a better life abroad. That’s why they were extra careful—and why I was silently panicking inside.

Despite all this, I didn’t cry or argue. Instead, I stayed calm and respectful. Meanwhile, I was praying the entire time.

Then came the sound I’ll never forget—the stamp.

He let me through.

With weak knees but a grateful heart, I walked toward the boarding gate. I was going. I was finally going.

As the plane lifted off, I gazed out the window. The city lights of Manila slowly faded, and a quiet voice inside me said:

“This is where it begins.”

That moment changed everything. That first international flight—my very first—became the turning point that led me to growth, independence, and the strength to keep going even when things got tough.

Take a deep breath. It’s natural to feel scared and uncertain. But remember this:

💡 Courage isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s just you—showing up anyway.

You don’t need to have everything figured out. All you need to do is take that first flight.

From there, you’ll grow. You’ll learn. You’ll find your way.

Was your first international flight also a major life shift?

Did you cry? Did you smile the whole way? Were you terrified—or just ready?

Have you ever flown to another country hoping to find work but told immigration you were just going as a tourist?If yes, I see you. That mix of fear, hope, and determination is something only a few truly understand.

I’d love to hear your story. Please share it in the comments below. Together, let’s remind each other that we’re not alone—and that every journey begins with just one brave step.