Day 29: A time of transition.

  I have many different times of transition. My first major transitional part of my life... I had a butter fly tattooed to mark the milestone. I wanted to be a different person than who I was before the transitional phase, to become into a person I aspired to be. I was a fresh meat at college and it was an exciting experience. I get to be independent and live on my own apart from my parents.

Then, I graduated from the college. I had absolutely no idea what I wanted, just vague dreams of what I wanted to achieve. I stayed with my parents, savoring my remaining time with them. But as soon as I came back home from Africa, my motivation had been beyond the ceiling. I knew what I wanted and I started going on that path.

Suddenly, I am moving across to the other side of United States, purely just because I can. For the first time, I started living on my own without my parents within the 10 miles radius. I struggled with homesickness and starting all over in a new places with a lot less of friends than during my time in college. I slowly built friendships and felt it was a place I could put down my roots.

As the life has it, I was moved again. I moved to different state for a graduate school. It was something I dreamt of ever since I entered as an undergrad freshman. Now, I am really doing it. I was starting all over in an entirely new city that I never been to with people I somehow knew. I am back where I was when I first moved far away from hometown. I believe I am still in this transitional phase.

And of course, there are many more to come.