Bidding adieu sucks but you’ve got to do it because transitions make you grow…
I must admit that what I actually set out to do while writing the previous post was not to write it. Nah-uh, I actually wanted something to surpass the older posts and instead of coming up with something new, something non poetic, I ended up publishing a half-written draft in my sleep.
Now that my royally loyal reader HashBrownie has asked me what I’m made of, I think it’s time to take a break from that bubble of procrastination and step out into the sunshine!
Here’s what’s been going on.
Two years of college are coming to an end. That’s bidding adieu to two of the best years of life.
I know it’s not easy to measure yardsticks when you talk of ‘best days’.
Think about having beautiful sunsets as the backdrop of your home, evenings that start off as hot and sultry but if you’re not careful, end up feeling frost bitingly cold.
Think about living in spacious rooms, (with balconies to sip tea in, mind you) with pleasant roomies who just let you be. (Warts, farts, darts et al).
Think about the cold coffee, hot coffee, ice cream sandwich, and the gulab jamuns at the mess.
Think of the people who you surround yourself with. Those who make you smile and laugh and cry at the same time.
Friends who instil a dependency on you that makes you realise you are important. Friends who you thought were loud and bossy but actually ended up loving and living with. Friends who you fell in love with, despite their stupidest idiosyncracies.
Yes. The hills were alive to all these sounds and intuitions. They’ve seen my sweat, my tears, and my joys. It’s honestly satisfying to see that you make a difference.
The belief that Sometimes, actually, most times, your integrity and work will suffice.
Anyway. As I step out of this beautiful place I called home for two years, I know I will always call it home. The home that grew on me and steadied me to a future I didn’t think I could have, I’ve only got the deepest sense of gratitude for this experience. To all the forces of the universe, who made it happen.
My peers are off on a spree of rants about how much they’ll miss this place. Interestingly, I finished this nostalgia in the third semester, with my besties around me. Everyday I’d look out and go ‘Daaamn, I’ve got to move on from this. How does one do that?’
I think I’ve found my answer. You get to transition from your phases in life when you have the hope to find better.
Every time you are down, remember, there’s something that’s been eluding you but it can be yours, with some dedication, effort and time.
Find your homes, not in the four walls of a building but find your homes in people. It’s people that make you want to believe in the best of you. It’s people, who will be there for you. and then you’ll know, goodbyes won’t be hard. They’ll just be something that you have got to do.
Find you home and then you’ll know. Goodbyes won’t be hard. They’ll just be something that you have got to do.
This is me bidding adieu to college life as I had known and loved.
Here’s to newer and more enriching things in life to all of us.
Life Is Beautiful. Believe It. And You’ll Feel It.
It’s truly been the end of an era.