I imagined it to be different. To scream at the top of my lungs. Running around the spire screaming, “FREEEEDUHHM”, Mel Gibson style.

A victorious ‘whoohoo’ was all I did. Relief is probably the most apt word to describe my current state.

I find it touching that people around me seem happier than I am. Their happiness in turn makes me happy.

My celebrations that evening consisted of 6 straight hours of cleaning and cooking. At the rate of about 1 rubbish bag per hour, my ruthlessness in getting rid of all the  junk collected over the years (or memories, depends on how you see it),   would’ve made kakak very proud.

So,  7 years later, the journey ends. Call me doctor. At your own peril.