It has been this many days since I left my hometown and started living away from my parents.
Seems like last week. Yes, a cliched expression, but it all passed in the blink of an eye.
Thinking about this expression reminded me of the time I used it in a post in 2022. I want to write a similar post today, with the same structure, but a whole different story.
Three days ago, in May 2023, I was stepping on the stage to deliver a valedictorian speech, graduating the high school with great dream destinations, yet with no clue of how to get there. With great ambitions, yet completely unaware of where I will end up.
The day before yesterday, in April 2024, my destination became even more opaque as I opened my last rejection letter. I kept walking towards the dark path, just like the one with a dead-end, and my novel interests and perspectives about life lit the road.
Yesterday, in December of the same year, I was blessed with a big flashlight. The one that - when swtiched on - temporarily removed all the opaqueness, helping me finally see the future years with a much clearer vision.
Today, as of April 2025, I live with the only worry. The one that, if resolved, will let me go back to my hometown, back to my little family, to spend the final months together, closing the chapter I wrote for 1,305 days.
To enjoy the dinner from my mom's hands. To go cycling with my dad round the city where I grew up, as we scrupulously yet joyfully discuss my ambitions.
The rejections and disappointments will all be forgotten as I open a new chapter of my book called life. And I'm one step away from it. Wish me the best. Thanks!
@Jamshidbek_Izzatulloh
