This is the first June that I’ve not spent groaning to get up early to get to classes on time. It is the first June where I’m not worried about the evening rain and walking back in that horrendous road to the bus stop. This is the first June where I’m sitting at home and enjoying myself, reading and helping out in my family.
And this period will probably end this week.
This was the first June where I’ve been so emotional. I was just reading things that made me feel overwhelmed and inconsolable and I just sobbed through the night. My new refuge? Colleen Hoover. Even though her books aren’t any happier or on the more positive side, I feel safe reading them, because I know they got a happy ending.
This is the first June that I have written so less. I’ve blogged so less and my poetry has almost come to halt. I should get back up to writing poetry before I completely lose hang of it. I miss it so much.
This is the first June where I run out to the balcony every time I hear rain and smell the fresh tar and petrichor.
This is the first June where I’ll be travelling in the Metro Train from my house! It opens tomorrow and I am so excited for it!
This is the first June where I’ve started painting on canvas. They’re not the greatest masterpieces, but I’ve loved every moment of them. I should get to ordering more canvas.
This is the first June where I’ve struggled to fit all my books in the shelves I can accommodate in my room. Such a sad reality.