Ending of one, beginning to another!

On the very last day of my hostel journey of 3 years, I was all into making moments. I was trying very hard to make the best moments of my life because after this I will never ever come back and live in the same place and with the same people around me. I woke up early (which I was not used to) so that I could capture every second spent there in my memories. I looked at my room and thought about how this has been the safest place throughout my college journey. It took my care, handled my loneliness, pain, tears, and anger, and also witnessed moments of laughing, cheer, and love. It has seen me growing up from a kind of child who is extremely kiddish and immature to be someone who is bold enough to take a stand for herself. On that day, even the food seemed delicious.

I remember last year when my roommate left the room to pursue higher studies, I was like I have a lot of time to make memories and enjoy more, but time is something that can never be stopped even for a millisecond. It will run away like sand in your hand and so does mine of this hostel journey. It actually made me realize what it takes to stand against all odds and make your way out of it as you are completely alone there. You have no one from family or friends living with you. You are a complete stranger to everyone and vice-versa but that's the beauty of it to make your own way out of nowhere.

Well coming back to my last day, my mom was on her way to get me back home from my second home. She was coming and finally, she came in the early afternoon. I had lunch and was then reminded of all those moments that I spent with my friends in that hostel mess. The giggles, the sharing of the whole day and definitely it always ends with how bad the food is. Moving ahead, my mom started packing my bags, and all I was thinking was that physical stuff could be packed into the bags but what about the memories made in the past three years? Where will I pack them? How will I take them away with me without getting emotional? So, now all the bags were kept in the car and the only thing left was to say bye to my room and move into the car (the worst part). My mom started yelling at me as I was not able to get out of my safest place and my second home. I started taking pictures of my room and crying with no sound at all. I was numb at that moment. I didn't know what to do or how to move from my room. I was remembering all those memories and nights I spent at this place. Finally, I recollected myself, gathered courage, came out of my room, and shut the door (ha!). Then I went downstairs, hugged people, took some pictures, and sat in my car. When the car was about to start, my eyes were all on my place to see it for one last time. It started moving and life too!

Endings can be beautiful if we wish to. I came here with a lot of freshness, energy, motivation and dedication and going back with experiences, more energy, new relationships, friendships, and a complete different lifestyle.

Hope you enjoyed my experience. Stay tune for my upcoming writings regadring my journey, relationships, friendships, love, experiences, motivation, family and dreams.