“Graduated with a university degree. Moving out and owning a flat. Having a promising career. Travelling all over the world. Having a group of confidants that understands me. Having found my life partner and living blissfully ever after.“
Just flip over my 15 year-old self diary, I found out these are exactly what I would like to achieve by the age of 25. Yet as I reached the quarter of my life, rather than living like what my 15 year-old self projected, I am unable to afford the soaring rent to live independently, don’t have enough time to carry a backpack for travel and am still single. Life is not as bright as I described when I was a teenager. Sometimes the smallest things could make me down: Monday mornings, a Facebook post of some friends cuddling their partner in their special occasion; some seem to be seizing their days, pampering themselves with an extended travel holiday. It fills me with panic when all of these gave me an idea that people surrounding me are “achieving”.
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The arrival of my graduation certificate gladdens me with indescribable joy for graduating from a prestigious university, but also connotes to an official epilogue of my year abroad. Yet behind this paper of certificate that I long pursued for, it also reminds me of all those snapshots of the surrounding natural scenery and geese lining up near the lake, those sleepless days of studies and coursework preparation, and also the bond of companionship, a bond that would be stamped in my heart. Time passes like a blink, but none of these bittersweet moments would be faded into oblivion.
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Another challenging chapter of life commences. Time flies like an instant since I left Hong Kong and have survived in the United Kingdom for a month. After months of sincere hoping and impatient waiting, I could finally sign with relief when a final acceptance email popped in my inbox this July, informing me that my dream of studying overseas finally come true after years of relentless endeavour. And after sleepless, tediously long hours on the plane, here I am, already arrived on the other side of the globe.
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After a final glance at my last research paper and printing such laborious work out in the Learning Commons, handing it in finally signifies an official epilogue of the days sitting in classes and library corner from dawn till dusk. I should have felt much reassured and lighthearted to survive my final year after months of endeavour and tedious journal readings. Yet in reality, my regular footsteps hung heavily with the springing up of mixed feelings: the feeling of nostalgia about student life, the joy of waiting-to-be-graduated, and the confusion of my future plans.
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