Wind in my hair

I cannot remember the last time I stayed at home for the whole day, without having made plans or being involved in upcoming events, in an entire week because as far as I can remember, it has been a really really long time since then. This past few days have been spent engaging myself in gallivants around town, be it to catch up with my friends, accompany Nanny to the hairdressers or spend the last few days of freedom idly before I start work the following week.

Yes, Work. Even typing this four letter word out is building up the feeling of awkwardness within me, or maybe it is just that getting-a-job-and-working-for-the-first-time feeling I have yet to get used to. I am not sure as to why this whole getting-a-job thing is seeming so alien to me, but I guess it is because I have never thought or even considered working once I have graduated from high-school. Maybe it was because of pride and ego, and maybe I was ashamed of what my friends might think when they saw me busting tables or behind the cashier. Whatever it was, it kept me from exploring what was outside in the real world - the working world. While my friends were off working shifts and taking part-time jobs to earn their own money or a little extra cha-ching cha-ching, I either bummed out at home or spent hours as far away from it as possible. Heck, I even told myself that if I was going to work anywhere, it would not be within the radius of the people I know. But looking back now on all my irrational and no-brainer reasons that prevented me from applying for a job, I realize, were my insecurities. 

Which, I am proud to announce, have finally been dealt with. 

So next week, instead of enrolling into college as initially planed, I'm starting my first real job. Not a busting-tables job nor a behind-the-cashier job, but a desk job... at the Swedish Embassy. All thanks to Shameetha's ever-so-cool Mum.

This should be my motto from now onwards:

 

On another note, and to the satisfaction of a certain someone, I have been learning  my way around the kitchen - especially on the stove. It is about time, as Mum pointed out, for me to learn how to cook. So on days when I do stay at home and last throughout the evening without giving into my itchy feet to go out, I would assist Nanny during her cooking sessions. It is not easy, of course - standing for hours and hours, sweating non-stop, making sure to put the ingredients in at the right timing... etc - but I am willing to learn. Not because I am forced to do so, but because I need to.

And maybe soon... just like everything else I set my mind to, I would learn to love it. Just maybe.

The other thing I have got to learn how to love is... being legally 18. It is scary sometimes, knowing that I am free to do whatever the heck I want but at the same time have bigger and heavier responsibilities weighed upon my shoulders.

Once again, I find myself asking Where did all the time go?. And once again I keep reminding myself to just... live.