A Restart

 Recently I met a guy in my school. I knew he existed, but I wasn't really acquainted with him until now. And he inspired me to continue journaling on here. I have been maintaining a diary from long ago, but he made me understand the value of putting my thoughts out on here so others may be able to read and connect with me. Others with similar ambitions and thinking. Well, so I officially mark this as a restart.

I have my math board exam tomorrow, yet I'm putting this out because I need to start and there's not much time left to stress about math anyway.

Today my dad came home feeling a little sick, so once I got him settled and made him his tea, he started to chat. He loves doing this, and though I enjoy it too tomorrow being my exam it was a little unnerving. So today he talked about how it was as he first came to Dubai. He applied for the job and accommodation was to be provided, yet when he, along with 15 more came to Dubai, there were shocked to see where they were going t be staying. Instead of the promised hotel rooms, there were looking at a beat up building and were to sleep in a small room with 3 bunk beds.. 6 people in a tight space. They didn't have a choice then, since it was 2am and they were expected to be at their new office by 8am. Though he had told this story to be (with way more details, which I refrain from adding due to time constraints) today he ended it by saying ' You are soon going to leave home as well for your hostel. Such situations will come in life, be strong and if anything tell us, but finally ones journey is taken alone.' It hit me hard and while thinking on this, I remembered when I first came to Dubai in my 9th grade. Everything was new, the school, the people, the house, the bed. And since it was right after the Covid lockdowns, everything seemed way more depressing. I was never one to be flustered in such situations or meeting new people, unlike many I enjoy getting to know various people and they perspectives on various aspects of life, still it was tough. I some how found my class, and sat on the table that had my name on it. Needless to say my first friends were the ones seated next to me. But still in the initial days, when barely 2 people knew me, a cheerful and enthusiastic girl came from the other end of class to talk to me. She was beautiful and just amazing from the way she talked and expressed herself. I still clearly remember that day. That was the first time I wrote in my diary in Dubai.

And as I was getting nostalgic on my first week here and how much I had changed from then, how many new people I had met and all of them interesting and most absolutely amazing, I got a phone call to break me out of my bubble. 

That's all for now, I'm feeling guilty not doing math. Until next time.

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