Dear July 24th of 2011,
It's been 4 years since July 24th of 2007, hasn't it, July 24th of 2011. I never thought I would catch up to you so soon, and I was never in a hurry either. Possibly, the first human being who ever so smartly observed time and divided it up in units never thought that this gold egg of an idea came to haunt us in many ways. Middle life crisis, rebellious young ages, all of which is a indirect cause or medium of our limited time being divided into years and stages. So I, rather think of those 4 "years" of my life, which consisnt of me moving into the apartment on 9th street, 3 blocks away from the university, after a rainy day in the desert around 11O'Clock in 2007, and wiping out the dust on the floor as we moved the last of box on the same day four years later, as a little race that's ended.
It ended with me rejected by every single college I applied to as an junior international student in need of aid. It ended with my mother being remarried and I have a change of place to live.
It ended with me trying to finding a new purpose, and motivation for the future in the a ocean of a changing slumber summer.
But today forward, I will start something new. take a new turn, to a new place, and dip my feet in a different ocean. Because today, I will be saying bye to the place I lived for 4 years, and accepting my new residence. I will slowly but surely start to move one foot infront of the other and hopefully, looking forward to the next grand adventure of my time.
Something like that.
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