I have changed a lot of schools and have moved to many new places throughout my life, thanks to my father being in a transferable job. This instilled in me a natural love and excitement for new places. Any apprehensions I would ever have about moving would soon be replaced by the excitement that yet another adventure was waiting for me, as for me, moving to a totally new city and meeting new people was nothing short of a great adventure. I loved exploring the city and discovering its charms, and shifting into yet another house which we had to make our very own home was something which I loved. As I grew older, however, the nomadic life lost its fun; settling in a new city was not as exciting as it once seemed, it could never replace the loss of old friends and familiarity.
Soon however, the transfers became less frequent, and now I have been living in the place I call home for some 7 odd years.
Now , once again a time has come for me to move. To a whole new country, not just a new city or another state. This time it is going to be harder than it has ever been, because this is the first time when I will be going alone and not with my parents. People expect me to be excited and enthusiastic, and I try. But the feeling of losing all that is familiar to me takes over. The realization that I am an adult hits hard. This doesn't mean I am not looking forward to this new phase, one which will definitely be one of the most amazing years of my life. In two weeks, I will have everything I've always wanted as a child : the freedom to explore myself and the world, ability to make my own decisions and living my life the way I want to. Certainly, this is like a rite of passage into adulthood which everyone in this world has to go through at some point in their lives, to grow up into a well rounded individual. It is just hard to believe my time is already here!
Here's to the next one year, which is going to be one hell of a ride, with experiences to last a lifetime!
"The only thing that is constant is change."
Soon however, the transfers became less frequent, and now I have been living in the place I call home for some 7 odd years.
Now , once again a time has come for me to move. To a whole new country, not just a new city or another state. This time it is going to be harder than it has ever been, because this is the first time when I will be going alone and not with my parents. People expect me to be excited and enthusiastic, and I try. But the feeling of losing all that is familiar to me takes over. The realization that I am an adult hits hard. This doesn't mean I am not looking forward to this new phase, one which will definitely be one of the most amazing years of my life. In two weeks, I will have everything I've always wanted as a child : the freedom to explore myself and the world, ability to make my own decisions and living my life the way I want to. Certainly, this is like a rite of passage into adulthood which everyone in this world has to go through at some point in their lives, to grow up into a well rounded individual. It is just hard to believe my time is already here!
Here's to the next one year, which is going to be one hell of a ride, with experiences to last a lifetime!
"The only thing that is constant is change."