We haven’t seen each other in a month

Or… in a year.

It’s a beautiful (Reem) morning and I’m up early. I always like the fact that I woke up early in the morning. So that I don’t feel that I’ve wasted half of my day sleeping.

After a month…

I treat my hostel room nothing more than a hotel room.

I communicate less.

I love the softness of my bed (although it’s not at all soft)

I like the fact that I’m a senior now.

After a year…

I learned to enjoy life.

I say yes to things that my roomies suggested because I can’t bare the feeling of saying no to them. But saying yes always brings good outcome if the yeses is to my roomies. I believe that they’re always right.

I’m a doer now.

I started taking care of my face (in another word, I’m learning how to be a girl)

Well, despite all of this, people change. I change particularly. And I like my change because I know that the new me that I’m becoming is better than the old me. Teehee!