twentysexyseven
When you’re 21, it feels like you’ve just been freed from boundaries, gates and fences. You wanna do everything your mind can conceive. You have the energy, the youthful vibe, you go with the tide, you can surf, you can leap. You want to explore, to get things done, to join the crowd, to hype. 21 is to liberate. I did that when I was 21. I had late nights spent in coffee shops and vacation leaves spent on whimsical trips here and there. No bills, no rents, no groceries, just a taste of freedom from someone who earned her money just after college. At 24, after mustering the courage to close my eyes and jump off a cliff, I went away from home. I am not usually the type who goes for something as heavy as deciding to leave home- my family who meant more to me than anything. But I thought, if I wouldn’t do it at 24, I would never have the guts to do it any later. I thought I am at the stage of my life wherein I can shoot for the stars and land on a tree; climb the mountain and if...