Almost 30. What a strange thing of me to say. Or write. Or even think of. Hey, but it’s true. I can’t help it and look back at the last 10 years of my life. If only I had known what a crucial part they have in shaping my identity, personality, health, education, love, and everything else actually, everything else that really matters, that is.
I spent 7 years at the university. That’s a long time. I know for sure that those years are not over. My time at the world of academy (yes, it’s a different and a separate world from the one we know, it’s on a different planet and even the air is kind of thicker there than here) is not done, and one day I will go straight back. In a lot of ways, it’s where I came from, and in many ways, it’s where I feel at home. I guess I will always feel like I’m growing up there.
The many years of studying gave me skills to stand where I am standing today – at a turning point, with no directions or signs. I am almost choosing, I almost know what I want. I know for sure that I have learned a lot. I have learned the study of people – I know what they’re like, I know how to be one of them all when I need to, and I also know how to learn from them. Therefore, I have learned to recognize a true intellectual and to admire wisdom, to look up to people who know more about me and to share the joy of knowledge at the right surrounding, and most importantly in my opinion is to research into the depths of my curiosity, and then to write about it.
I owe the academy many of my shapes and angles, of my opinions and thoughts, ideas and goals.
I do.
And I will forever be thankful for all that.
I hope that now, at the crossroad of Growing-Up street with Deciding What I Want To Do street, I will find my way easy, remembering all that I have learned, facing all that I can’t wait to learn, and step forward unhesitatingly towards that oh so scary place called ‘my future’. 
Hilla.
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