I'm a Free Man!

I can taste the liberty in my hands. The same furious hands that were tapping and clicking on the poor laptop. I can see in my eyes the lovely day ahead with birds chirping and roses blooming, welcoming the same tired eyes that were staring at the radioactive screen for hours non-stop. I am now free as a bird!

y.a.h.o.o

Well, for the semester at least. Even birds, sadly, get wounded and fall to the ground.

You’ve got to understand this. The final coursework was really tough to crack and I needed the 35% mark because the written examination was something like a nightmare. You wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and heart pounding uncontrollably, knowing you’ve had a terrible dream but somehow you don't remember exactly what it was. No kidding! And rumour has it that 80% of the previous batch flunked the subject and even after the re-sit, some still failed. I told you I wasn’t kidding about the nightmare. But alas, I finished it! And I did it with colours splashing on every page hoping that the professor would be in a state of blissful grading for my coursework which consequently would lead to a really good score. Strategy my friend, strategy.

So now that everything is done, reality hits home. I have to get ready for this time next week, I’ll be landing at the Copenhagen airport. There will be new people, a new environment, a new home and my first job abroad. I have to admit, I hate to leave. A little afraid as well. I’m feeling comfortable here but then, I was also in my comfort zone in the Mediterranean Nice last January before nervously leaving for the industrial city of Newcastle. Change is the only constant in life indeed.