Moving on...
Next Monday, I will start my life anew in a new city, a new place and a new first job. There are a gamut of feelings that I am going through these days, from being scared to being excited. I am scared about whether I would perform my job well or not, whether I would adjust easily to this new life, meeting new people, living alone, the kind of difficulties I may face and whether I will be able to cope with them or not. It feels exactly like it did on the first day of school. The only difference being, that I am an adult now and hence there is nobody to hold my hand on that first day. But at the same time, this change is exciting too and truth be told, I am looking forward to it.
As I start preparing for this transition, I am in the midst of reducing the clutter from my life. These days, as I am browsing through my old books and other things, it feels like a journey of discovery for me. There are boooks, notebooks from my school written in my childish scrawl,greeting cards, photographs,letters that whisper sweet secrets from friends lost in time, books from my childhood that I can't bear to get rid of and yellowed pages bearing a quote, a thought or quick scribbles. Browsing through this treasure evokes nostalgia and at the same time they act like markers of time for me. They mark my journey so far, the transition from childhood to adulthood, the lessons I have learnt from my life so far and the person I have become. It feels nice to undertake this journey of discovery right now, at this point of time. Because, next week, I will embark on another long journey and unbeknownst to me, quietly, stealthily, I will end up with a collection of another 'markers' of time. It is surprising at times how quickly time moves along, and so does my life, from one journey to another.
As I start preparing for this transition, I am in the midst of reducing the clutter from my life. These days, as I am browsing through my old books and other things, it feels like a journey of discovery for me. There are boooks, notebooks from my school written in my childish scrawl,greeting cards, photographs,letters that whisper sweet secrets from friends lost in time, books from my childhood that I can't bear to get rid of and yellowed pages bearing a quote, a thought or quick scribbles. Browsing through this treasure evokes nostalgia and at the same time they act like markers of time for me. They mark my journey so far, the transition from childhood to adulthood, the lessons I have learnt from my life so far and the person I have become. It feels nice to undertake this journey of discovery right now, at this point of time. Because, next week, I will embark on another long journey and unbeknownst to me, quietly, stealthily, I will end up with a collection of another 'markers' of time. It is surprising at times how quickly time moves along, and so does my life, from one journey to another.