Sitting here on my 24th birthday, I’m now creeping into that mid 20s where the quarter life turns into the third of life stage. Time’s really passing by here. I just finished my first semester doing my Masters part time and the transition has seemingly been OK while still working full time. The only problem is the lack of free time has become very draining mentally to get certain errands done and having any semblance of a life hah. But all’s well.
Reminiscing on the last year just makes me realize how much has happened in such a short time. I lost my grandmother this past summer, my family sold our house of 10 years and we moved in the Spring, my dad has been in Somalia since June, we got a cat running around in our house, my other grandmother (mom’s mom) has been healthy but with a couple trips to the ER for infections, and then there’s school coming back into play. Phew. I’m just so glad I have a little break here. But it just means I have more time to do things that I put off.
But it brings me back to turning 24. I think to what my parents were doing at that age. My dad had already been in the U.S. for years at my age on his own and working… my mom at 24 had me as her first child (wow!) and she had only been here a few years and again she was on her own for the most part too. Just thinking of their challenges just makes me realize how easier it is for me despite the difficulties to move up in this particular society.
I think turning 23 brought responsibility… and I pray 24 will bring more reward for responsibility. I’m a realist much more than an idealist but I have a strange feeling of going more with the latter as I turn the page to a new year of life.
We’ll see what 24 brings insha’allah.
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