Summer '13.

Summer is here!

(Awkward silence..)

Yes, I know.. I haven't posted in a while. I.. Lost my net book recently.. Her display wore out. (More like the screen cracked. Just a little.. OKAY FINE IT WAS HORRIBLE. I couldn't recognize the screen any more. *sniffs*) So right now I've 'borrowed' my dad's laptop.

Oh! Happy new year! (A little late for that but hey! Better late than never, yeah?)

ANYWAY.

A lot has happened in the past five months. A lot to complain about and a lot to mock. But a thing of significance that has happened is the fact that I just got done with college. And everyone is saying their goodbyes and I thought maybe I should too.

I was a part of a good institution. (I'm not saying wonderfully uplifting or downright ridiculous things about the place. It was lovely while it lasted.) For five whole years I have aged with its walls, in two different institutions and two different buildings, learning to live life.

I've never had 'school' friends. I grew up labeled 'weird' for most of my life. Junior college showed me who my real friends were. Degree college cut that population again to one, and then some. I say goodbye to my 'last minute friends'. Those ones I had the absolute luck to get close to in the nick of time. Thank you for being my love gurus, my therapists, my hankies, my tonics. Thank you.

I say goodbye to the first person I ever called my best friend. We've had our bumps and I may feel like I've been left on the sidelines a couple of times but you'll always be my closest and oldest friend, and I am going to miss you terribly every time I see a hyper puppy, or if it's sunny and bright outside, or if I have chocolate and no one to share it with. I'm very jealous of the people in Delhi who will try their best to get acquainted to you, because they know that you're a wonder. I love you. Know that.

I say goodbye to the path that I walked up and down for five years, growing old with the trees that flank its sides. I wave goodbye to the penguin bin and the bunny too.

I bid farewell to my teachers, most of them who I never got along with. Thank you for trying to give me an 'education'. I apologize for the snide comments and rude remarks. (P.S; I'm the one who took your red pens.) 

I say goodbye to my family away from family, the university choir. I cried, I will continue to cry and hurt because I will miss being a part of that energy. The outsiders will never know, and they will never understand.

I say goodbye to old romances that bloomed and died, the loves that were proclaimed and the secrets that were made sacred for forever and a day. Thank you for giving me tales of love to tell my children. I do appreciate it.

And lastly, I say goodbye to my old self, because you were a curious thing, and it's good to grow. It has been a little hard to come to terms with the idea of growing up and growing on, but there is a comfort to it. I guess it's time to embrace future me. (I hope she doesn't have grey hair.)

Here's to new beginnings.