Took a very brief walk down memory lane whilst visiting my youngest brother at my former school. To think that it has been ten years since I was Form 5 at this school - a whole decade has passed - where has time gone? As I passed current students as they were making their way back to the dormitories - fresh faced, bright eyed, filled with big hopes and aspirations - did I look like them back then? Probably, I might have had less spring in my step, but I do see some similarities. Oh God, does that mean I am an auntie now to them?!
I walked by spots where A and I would spend hours talking. I stole a cheeky selfie and sent it to him captioning it: "Back to where we started <3." Those trees, those buildings, those streets - they all bore witness to us growing up. From shy, anxious freshmen to semi-adults who were more confident than we should have been.
This was once both our safe haven and torture chamber in equal measures. They built an insular environment inside these gates - one with its own rules, culture and traditions. This was where we were trained to be adults before we were barfed out into the harshness of reality. And this was where I found my forever friends, and my forever husband too. And just for that, I cannot thank it enough.
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