She was 22 years old when she wanted things to change. She didn’t have much to complain about back home, but she wanted to have a new life. A fresh start, because everything was the same old back at home. So, she thought this is how it’s going to be living, being, and dying at the same place. She didn’t have any complaints when she was young because she thought this was the way the world was. Her world. As she graduated, she applied for jobs that were not near her hometown. She chose the places that didn’t include her place or any near it. She told the same thing to the family, everyone was against it because who wouldn’t want to be near home and everything, but back home, everything seemed fine. More. She wanted more. More of life. More people. She always felt like she was waiting. Waiting for something to begin. Days went by with nothing new, nothing exciting. Just the same cycle: waking up, eating, phone, scrolling, sleeping. Life was not supposed to be like this, was it? What’s the thing that’s always missing? Or is it just a feeling? What is it? She wanted to find out. One day, she got an Email that she wished for. She didn’t want a high-paying salary or a dream job; a mediocre job far from home was the goal. And there it was. A part of her was happy and sad at the same time. She was happy because of the place, but she was sad because of the job. All her peers knew or at least seemed to know what they wanted to do, but for her, it was just one goal: to get a job far from home. It was just that all the people whom she saw while she was growing up knew what they were doing or what they wanted, she thought. When it was her time, she thought she would know, but not a part of her knew what she was doing. She always questioned herself about what was wrong. But that part of her was happy; that day, she could leave all this behind and have a fresh start. A new life. New friends. New place. New air.
Packed her 22 years of life in a suitcase and there she goes. New people. New culture. New her, she thought. Now everything was fresh to the eyes. People seemed nice at first. Everything seemed nice. Everything was going great. It was the first day she woke up with great energy, got herself ready, looked into the mirror, and made sure she was looking great. She talked with everyone back at the office and was exploring the place. Having fun thinking she got new friends. As the days passed the that old feeling was coming back which she couldn’t pinpoint. She always felt that being away from home was the best. That distance is always the answer. This was something she thought was better for herself. But slowly, she was missing home so bad that she wanted to just book a ticket and leave. But homesick? Everyone would be once in a while, so she killed the thought off. There was nothing bad back home. But nothing good either. Days are starting to feel the same. So were the people. The chores. Herself as well. The people of the new became old. And she was again someone in a different city. She was not understanding what was wrong. Why was she feeling the same way again? This was not supposed to happen. She was clueless. She was frustrated, angry, and mad at herself. What is this? Why is this happening to me? What’s wrong? Is this something everyone feels, or is it just her? The thoughts kept running through her mind. Then she thought, maybe it’s time to move again. Maybe a quieter start. Maybe it’s with the place. The new place will be different. She started the drill again. Started the search for a new one or a relocation of the old one. Didn’t know what to do. But she had to move. Moving is good.
She got a new job. She wasn’t sad or happy again. It was mixed. She wasn’t that sad about leaving her friends, the job. She didn’t tell anyone she was leaving before because she didn’t want to answer many questions about why she was quitting for the same paying job elsewhere. She kept quiet till everything got confirmed. The last but one day before she was leaving, she told the people there. Some reacted like they didn’t care, and some were shocked like Why is she doing this. She gave some reasons and said her goodbyes. The day she was supposed to leave came again, and the rushed feeling was back. It was good and familiar. She was in a hurry because it was getting late for her train. She packed bags again, extra stuffed with hope. This time, it would be different. This time she will know. She’s doing her last check. But it was getting too late, she turned too fast, tripped, and broke the mirror. Ahh, she screams. This was not supposed to happen. In great agony as the mirror was shattered into pieces across the room. She then picks up the broken pieces of mirror, every piece with a reflection of her in it.
The End.
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