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TWENTY ONE.
I can only smile at the thought. I am the giddy,
enthusiastic and idealistic girl.
I love how I prepped up for interviews, I love the
attention. I love the thought that I am a young girl chasing her dreams, trying
to make a difference in this huge world. It’s not that huge really. I love
being who I am. I can brave it all and come running towards home whenever I
want to.
TWENTY TWO.
I grinned at myself. There is nothing much
difference. I now work in a bank. Have a source of income and spend much for
myself. Savings? That’s not of the equation. I will travel whenever a promo
shows itself. I will go wherever the path leads me.
TWENTY THREE.
Where are the guys at? I am beginning to think that
I am a commodity for display. My travels take up most of my excitement, pretty
much different from other girls my age. Smiling at the thought.
TWENTY FOUR.
For some weird reasons, I find myself, looking for
more. What is on the other side of the world? When will I begin exploring? But
wait, I got a good job, I have school on my list too. But really, at 30, will I
ever leave this place? Will I have this chance again? I’ll close my eyes and
take the flight, If I fall, I shall stand up and forget the whole thing. I am
defiant. I know I am being a fool. Who cares?
TWENTY FIVE.
I indeed took the risk. The beginning is as hard as
every beginning. I cannot imagine what I just did. I feel super alone. Super independent.
Super homesick. I am super in most aspects. I feel as though I have turned my
life 360 degrees. I love how sufficient I am. I am harbouring strong emotions,
I never thought I have. I am brave enough to go on.
TWENTY SIX.
I am half amused. What did I do in the last 5 years
of my life? I think I need to stop being restless. Or wait, have I made the
most out of my explorations? What do I love most? What are my priorities? How
do I see myself, 2 years from now?
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