It’s a new chapter. Sort of, anyway. I’ll keep it simple: I’ve moved back to Kuala Lumpur to complete my housemanship. We need not go into the details of how I did it, but I did.
So, here I am. Trying not to look at the rest of my friends on the verge of completing when I’m not even halfway there. Telling myself that all my decisions and everything that has happened is for a reason. Praying that everything will fall into place.
It has to. Otherwise, I’m fucked.
2 Responses to There’s No La Senza In Kota Kinabalu