i was at home, for a month.
and that last sunday, when i walked out from home,
i was a different person when i 1st stepped in.
i noe i am stubborn, but i learn, in my own way.
i matured more in that one month, than i did the whole year i was in india.
probably because, here in india, my community is limited.
at home, well, it just got bigger.
i reconnected with frends from my hometown,
they came for raye at my home,
we talked, and i learn a lot that one nyte.
…
i reconnected with my auntys.
i reconnected with my uncles.
i reconnected with my family.
and best of all,
i reconnected with me, with the girl that i used to be, once.
…
i saw life, looking at it as if im standing from another dimension.
i see it, as if i wasn’t part of it.
i reevaluate all my doings in life, and its consequences.
i know, my mind can be weird,
but this weirdness that taught me a lot in that one month.
and that was why,
when i walked out that door,
i knew i was me, different, just because i grew up.
just, a little bit, and i still got a long way to go,
if He permits.