Seems just like yesterday that my family and I carried the heavy luggage up the hill to Restu hostel, unclear where it was anyway.
Seems like yesterday that I waved at my family before they went home, without me for the first time.
Seems like yesterday I got to know my new coursemates.
Joined PKA.
Attended church service in BRGH.
Grew close to awesome HBP friends in hostel.
First outing with what I'm calling family now.
As fast as the term seemed to pass, I still enjoyed my first year a lot. Well, the assignments and stress weren't that fun, but it was the people and the crazy things we did that made things end positively. It's been great having friends playing Temple Run just for ego's sake, mimicking King of Opera, playing Ping Pong and well, basically do guy stuff!
Wrapping myself was fun too!
I was also nourished spiritually as I grew more into the model of Christ. Reviewing my stands and beliefs weren't easy, but worth the journey. Along the road, I came across spiritual brothers who were missing all these while and also reminded that God uses young Christians for His Kingdom as well as to teach me. I have two peeps I have in mind and I think you know who you are, oh Malacca and Penang girl, so thanks! :) Feeling the need, not for speed but to buck up all the more!
Finally, I managed to clear out one question in my head. I used to wonder whether it would be great to live a life of solidarity, with few to no friends or to live otherwise. Solidarity would certainly reduce the pain of saying 'bye' and make leaving so easy. No friends, no burden, no pain, simple. But thinking again, I don't mind having that sadness of saying 'bye' to friends who will graduate and unlikely to meet again, because the joy of being with them far outweighs everything else.
What makes life great isn't the lack of sadness, but having the joy of friends.
So I leave with some sadness, but joy overflowing nonetheless.
