the first lasts

The first firsts, the last lasts, the last firsts and the first lasts are always worth writing about, however inconsequential they may sound to others.

I just graduated. ("Finally!", most people say. I was pursuing a four year course). After spending 4 years in a city I had loved since my birth and had grown to love even more after studying there, I had to leave it. My silly emotional heart sank and wanted nothing but to go back to what was. To take it all in, yet again.
However, I have finally come to terms with not being there and not calling it 'my world'. I'm going to miss my home pretty soon anyway. A lot.

I will soon be leaving for my masters and I am super psyched about it.

I'm trying to make the most of these last few days of doing nothing. Of being so free that the 'doing-nothing' has started gnawing at my conscience. I have started itching for work severely and I like it that I have. I will probably work harder and better when I finally come around it! (Oh yes, I have weird philosophies!)

I'm not complaining about this terrible heat, the scorching sun and no rains - cause pretty soon I'll be living in a city with an excruciatingly cold weather and perpetual showers.

I am not missing my italian and thai food for once, cause pretty soon that will be all that I get. I'm happy with my home-cooked-and-served-hot-without-lifting-a-finger meals.

I'm just counting my blessings! My numerous blessings! :)