At the start of the decade, I had just set foot on foreign shores with shaky yet determined steps. I had a hopeful heart and a head full of lofty dreams. Dreams of settling down on these foreign shores, dreams of finding love, dreams of providing a good life for my family. I had a long road ahead of me that I knew I had to tread to transform me into an adult. I was just about leaving the threshold of adolescence, very reluctantly, ten years ago.
I had my Dad with me. I had my grandmother with me. I had with me the world I knew and loved so well, the world I grew up in. All my dreams were set and envisioned in that world.
Looking back, it almost seems like this decade took as much from me as it gave me. This decade took away a piece of my heart and a piece of me - forever. It took away my Dad and my grandmother, the world as I knew it and all my naïveté.
And yet, it gave me everything I yearned for, worked towards, dreamed about. I experienced the best college days of my life at graduate school. I gained not one but two degrees, a whole lot of knowledge and broadening of thought-horizons. I achieved every dream I had in mind when I set foot here, all those years ago - almost every dream. I made something of myself, I’m learning to grow and mature every day - becoming an adult I’ve found is always a work in progress.
The best of all, the love of my life found me. And poetically so, we married in the final year of the decade, rounding up this chapter of life - at least for me to fit neatly into these ten years.
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