We'll come clean

It's the first of June. About 2 weeks to be exactly halfway through year 2013. 1/3 way through college. Man time flies, like really flies. Just moments ago, I was loading half of my life into the trunk of my mom's car, ready to start all over in a familiar-yet-not-so-familiar city. Just moments ago, everything was full if excitement and adventure. Basically, I haven't really done anything epic that's worth being carved on a stone to be remembered forever. But I've met people that definitely made the to-be-carved list.

I don't know how I've gotten this far. I mean, sure, there were ups and downs. Tears and laughters, but this 5 months was really breezy. Like taking a walk along the beach. I had lots of fun, lots of love, lots of joy. If I were to live this 5 months again, I'll definitely do it. I can't say that I don't miss the town-life cuz I do. I really do. 

I miss having food all prepared, lying on the table when I come home. I miss walking out from the school gate and hopping into my moms car and be magically transported home. I miss being out all day without a phone and money (I'd panic if I realized I left my apartment without my phone now... -.-). And of course, I miss having a sister lying next to me, and talking to her until we both fall asleep. 

Since young, I hated sleeping alone. I've never wanted my own room. I've never complained about my sister leaving her stuff all over the place. To me, life is about waking up and seeing someone you love being asleep right beside you. Life is about having someone to wake you up when your alarm clock failed you. My sister throws temper when she wakes up later than planned, but I've never ever gotten annoyed by it. I find it funny, and I know I'll definitely miss everything when she grows up and learns to control her emotions. She'll always let me use the bathroom first when I'm late (or we just use it together) and help me make my bed (it's sort of a house rule). 

It sucks, knowing that from the moment I started another life in college, it's a one-way journey. I'm probably never going to live in my home permanently again. I'll come back during breaks, and stay here for the 3 months before university. I'll come home during summer breaks (If I don't study medicine, cuz if I do I'll probably have internships during summer.), and that short interval before finding a job, probably in a whole new place. But that's all. Honestly, I feel like crying every time I think of this.

Back to the past 5 months, I won't say it was the best time of my life, probably cuz being my own maid isn't fun at all. But I've grown a lot. Really. I can handle so much more now, without having the tension stretching me inside out. I've learned to appreciate, to let go, to forgive and forget. I've learned to laugh, to be happy, although the situation isn't perfect. I've learned to give, and to want less, to have hope, and to deal with disappointment without losing faith. I think I've probably changed the most, the steepest gradient on my graph of change against time. 

To those that were right beside, behind, around me for the past 5 months (and 17 years), thank you so much. Even if your presence brought frustration or harm, happiness or love, thank you so much for making me grow. But to be honest, the people I've met since January 2013 were great. They made me feel glad that I insisted on not going to Taylor's. I can't guarantee that I wouldn't have a better life there, but I know I wouldn't swap them for anything. I love where I am now, and I love the fact that I love it (Love-ception omg!!!). 

So yeah, happy June. And may you have the time of your life.