Disha Goyal
While writing this I feel as if I’m 6 years old again, in the corner of my dim lit room under the light of the table lamp struggling to sit on the chair and reach the study table to scribble away the happenings of my day.
To tell that kid about how far we’ve come along would be a tremendos sob fest I believe but we’re here now and we’re here to stay for a while.
There’s still a cenratin sense of disbelief in saying it’s already been a month.
Yes, I know my classmates, I’ve made some friends, I like the studying and the freedom of being able to go out of the class after it’s over.
But I’m a homebody and I miss many things I’ve left behind. I miss my mom not having to text me in the evening asking when I’m coming back just like I miss wearing a uniform and seeing the same faces I had seen for 12 years.
The commute sure makes me wonder if I should just be living in a cabin in the woods but the moment I enter through the gates I feel driven and prepared to sieze the day. It will still take some time to get used to this place though. Suddenly the 12 hours I spent at home are now taken by LSR. But when I get home I do feel I’ve spent the day well and there’s a sense of achievement. It is essentially a new relationship and we’re working through it.
I’m out of my pond and in the river as my mother says. My first hand experience says that swimming in rivers is more exhilarating but the comfort of a small lake protected by the surrounding elder trees, of course can’t be matched.
I’m tall enough to reach that study table now to scribble away the happenings of my day.
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