I’ve been waiting three years for this day to come, and now I’m left with just a month before it happens. I’m finally graduating, and thank god for helping me make it through my last module of my entire university life. I can’t explain how nervous I was when Cherm texted me to check our results. Those split seconds felt like death and if I failed, that would be it. But I didn’t, and I only have the one above to thank and everyone else who believed I wouldn’t fail that horrendous paper. I guess what matters is now, and I have thirty-one days left before I leave to Europe for a month.
On that note, I guess I’ll be writing for a little longer, and who knows what god has planned for me when I come back home! Haha. There’s just so much more I need to do before landing myself a full-time job. So June, I hope May passes quick because I can’t wait for Paris, Edinburgh and London. I’m scared shitless but I know now, it’s time to face the world. Even if it means writing from one of my soon-to-be favourite places on this planet.
Come what may.
