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Tuesday, 27 September 2016 // 4:26 pm

Change is a terrifying thing. Something you’re so used to suddenly has to be different and you have to recalibrate, readapt to the new situation you’re in. Change is also strange, the way it makes you almost euphoric with a sense of the new, the possibility of adventure. But when the downtime comes it leaves you breathless, scared, running for anything familiar for that respite.

I’ve moved out of a house that I called home for two years and my memories packed in five pieces of luggage and ten odd bags. My housemates, who’ve become my close friends, were all set to embark on their own roads and me, on my own path. 

No one ever said life after graduation would be easy, but no one ever said it would be this hard too.  I had an extremely hard time finding a job that I could feel myself being drenched in desperation as the rejections piled up.

But slowly things started picking up. Friends back home sent me encouraging messages, my family (even though my parents pressured me to return) were reluctantly supportive, and the friends here kept me going. I always tried to look on the positive spectrum and it looked like things were turning around; I landed a job, I found a place to stay, I had amazing friends and my loving family… honestly, what more could I ask for?

Well, more money, my own apartment, my own private chauffeur but anyway, besides the point.

Anyway, it’s been some time since I updated this space. I’d love to blog more but I’ve just been so distracted with everything else ._. I will do my best to write often but with work starting next week I can’t promise anything! To new beginnings; until the next post, which I’m sure won’t be far because I tend to weave between phases of blogging consistently and being MIA.