It was a short walk from home to the lab, a short one on a chilly night in eskimo attire..
a walk without a companion beside me or accompanying music..
a walk with my own self..
a walk that made me look back at life since leaving home..
a walk that made me contemplate my home away from home..
a walk that reminded me of my own journey..
a short journey from a girl to a lady..
a journey from childishness to maturity..
a journey that taught me how to cook n clean..
a journey that made me work in labs at 3 in the mornings and take calls from god forsaken strangers in the dead of the nights..
a journey that made me realise the importance of spending 50 cents and the joy of earning a dollar..
a journey that made me hide angry tears and irratioanl fears..
a journey that forced me to kill cockroaches..
a journey that made me cook for others coz i cared..
a journey that got me to swallow my pride..
a journey that pushed to call ma at ungodly hours...just to tell her that i dint mean to shout at her last year..
a journey that taught me joy of sharing, the value of giving, of friendship, of happiness, of dignity, of courage, of pain and pleasure..
in short...it has been, and is, a journey that is teaching me...life...
