Sai's Blog Vol. 2

                In the September of 2018, I was anticipating the new experiences of moving and how it will inc rease my opportunity. No more will I have to be limited in space  by   shar ing  a room with 1 other person , no need to go to a friend’s house to conduct projects in  their backyard.  I will have some space in order to seek the things I want and to be able to invite my friends to a place I can be proud of.   When we arrived in early October, I realized that something was not right. The house we were supposed to be in was still covered in scaffolding and was unfini shed on the inside. Our driver turned to this temporary house  that we were supposed to live in for an uncertain amount of time. When we got the keys and opened the abode, we were greeted with a series of mixed emotions.  We were greeted with the sight of gray-green carpet and a  cramped kitchen. The way to get in was ...

       And just like that,  six months  went by in an attempt to keep pushing on my career choices further and further, as  nights keep on getting longer and longer. The only thing tethering me to a general sense of time and not a limbo from the toils of the internship is the small little snippets that air from th e environment, the dialogues that tell me that  I'm  not the only one who is stuck in a place of uncertainty, that the pieces are not fully settled in on my defin ite future. I usually keep to myself in these dialogues, but the thought of people still feeling a solidarity, not in some form of civic pr ide, but the sympathetic feeling of everyone surviving  together is a feeling that I need to keep working.    Ever since I moved out of the house, holed up in an apartment, it is a completely new e xperience in that I have to realize that there is nothing holding me down burning myself to the core  and acceptin...