Dear 24-year-old me,
Today is the day I bade my farewell to you.
Today is the day I legally can no longer proudly exclaim to everyone, “I’m twenty four only!”
In actual fact, today is just another day.
Just that magically, I had to plus one to twenty four.
It had been a rollercoaster year isn’t it?
We started off high.
Yes, finally after years of education, you earned that piece of paper, enjoyed the few minutes of fame on stage receiving the scroll and realized that omg, graduation day was such a tiring day. Nevertheless, you’re still happy you made it. You can tell people you have a degree.
In fact graduation wasn’t an ending. It was a commencement. To a more adventurous future.
You promised your sv you would come back after intern and be his slave in the lab.
You kept your promise and became his slave.
You realize just sunk your feet into one lonely journey doing the thing you love.
And you discovered 16 hours in the lab was possible. Plus there weren’t any ghost in the lab when you overnight there.
Postgrad may be a lonely journey but you discovered someone who was willing to be by your side.
Who checked on you umpteenth times a day, even after a year.
Who lend his ears to your horrible cries when your experiment failed and your furball died.
Who shared his shoulder for you to bite just because you felt like doing so.
You made use of your talkativeness, up-ed your courage and joined “Three minute thesis competition.”
With consolation prize, you even saved some money from groceries.
It had been a great year, twenty-four-year-old me.
Hello, twenty five year old me. J