So I am now 5 hours from my departure and roughly 1 hour before me leaving to airport. I am reflecting to the memories I have here for the past 20 years. I grew up here, eventhough I had dreams when I was younger that someday I would fly, but never would I thought this day would come. When we grow up, often we will be introduced with all sorts of reality in life, thus our childhood dreams would be lost on the way, if not kept on hold. I became a negative person, even my closest friends knew it. But now, I remembered something about miracles. They do happen, it only comes down to whether you believe it or not.
So it has been a long journey, of joy and laughter, of sadness and tears. Today is not the last day, but in face the first day! The first day of me being 4,108, or 6,612 kilometers from home. The first day I need to learn to survive alone without the help of people.
Farewell to my friends, my cousins, and most importantly my family. I love them so much, I know I will be missing them to bits.
Take care!
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