in all of my 22 sheltered years, i have learned one important lesson: there’s a first time for everything.

life is full of many firsts, we just don’t realize it most of the time. first teeth, first step, first crush, first dress (or suit for boys), first kiss, first exam, first horror teacher, first failing grade, first time to trip in front of everybody, first pair of really expensive shoes, first bestfriend, first date, first time to surf the internet, so on and so forth.

everyday is a fresh start. it’s always a start of a new beginning. it’s pretty redundant, i know. point is, there’s always a first time for everything. yun na yun.

so this is another first for me. it’ll be the first time for me to live away from home (it’s not that far, really), to spend more than 4 nights not sleeping in my own bed, to be not home for breakfast for more than 5 days, to live on my own, to do my own laundry (yes i admit, im a big crybaby), to really work for a living under the heat of the sun and in the harsh pollution, to finally act my age without my mother forcing me to.

in hindsight, this is going to be fun. \(“,)/