End of an Era
Wednesday, June 13th, 2007It’s
official.
I
am no longer a dormer.
I
could so easily freak out right now.
For
quite some time now being a dormer defined a large part of who I was, I always
loved being a dormer since its convenient and my close friends live with me
under one roof. I never got homesick probably because I was sick of home when I
was 12 years old, I wanted independence and the prospect of being in charge of
my own time allured me. Now I’m in a state of apoplexy even though I thought I
prepared myself for this months ago; I think I don’t know myself the way I used
to anymore. It’s inevitable anyway, I’ve been a dormer ever since I was a
teenager; 7 years must come to an end. But the coincidence that I am no longer
a dormer and teenager at the same time is a funny cosmic joke, the order is
destructive and the punch line smacks right to my nose.
Hahaha.
"7
means completion" takes a whole new meaning for me. I’ll always have the
memories and experiences, the fun and sad moments and how being a dormer shaped
my character and how I associate with people.
I
wish I’m a turtle, if I were I won’t have any issues about a convenient place
to live in.

