It was on October, one of nicest and brightest day during the summer of 2012, which I sense my time was running out. I was about to leave Uni, and I was beyond terrified. To me, the thought of “leaving for university” was interpreted as “Yay I am finally going home!” and “Shit, I am finally going home” when I realize this is a beginning of a journey to a radically different life. As the span of summer briskly counted down, I tried to avoid the unavoidable, but time did what it does best: elapse. That morning arrived; I ended my holiday and canceled my PR application, board the plane and went home.
After three months of staying home and casually accepted some freelance projects, I decided to leave my comfort zone again, just like how I left home since 17. I said goodbye to my parents, my new life began right away when the door shut behind me.
I can easily sum up my three years in Uni in three simple words: crazy, awful and exciting. At the times where I stayed on campus and party like an animal, it was one hell of crazy life. At the episodes of abrupt conflicts, difficult group projects, it was awful but when I overcame all that, it was that sense of accomplishment that pushed me forward.
I established some of the best friendships, which to this day, I am still pondering how it is possible that people can value people so much, understand and love each other so much. On top of that, I have learnt some vital life lessons, about independent, making apologize, and the courage to make scarifice to in order to follow my heart.
It’s been almost a year since I graduated, and entered what they so-called ‘the real life’, where dreams are not as easy to achieve like how they said it will in Uni. This is also the time when I learnt that dateline matters (period pain is no longer a valid reason), and budget is no longer a piece of paper on the last page of assignments
Right now, I am in a place where I can push an empty trolley into the warehouse and filled it with amazing designer’s garments and no one bats eyes. It’s never easy during my first month; it was pretty scary to me. There were voices at the back of my head asking me zillion of questions like “Why are people so scary in real life? Are they not gonna ask me for lunch? Do I say hi to my boss? Am I doing this right? I am supposed to check the stats? How do I check sales? What do I do now? I have no idea what am I doing!” They just can’t stop playing while I was pressing * digits of password that unlocked my first week at FashionValet.