Short Story

Looking back…

She walked the short distance from her new house to the library. She had no more doubts about the route.

It had been less than a month since she had moved out of her home and into a new place on the other corner of the world.

She stood for a minute and took a look around her. She took in the beautiful roads, the flowers in full blossom, the friendly smiling people and everything that was completely different from where she had lived her whole life.

And that was when it struck her. She hadn’t once thought back about home or missed it or any of the other feelings that were supposed to come along with moving to a new place.

Instead, she loved the excitement of having to start all over again in a new place. She loved making new friends and creating a whole new life around this new place.

Moving across the seven seas to a college across the globe had been an excellent idea.

She loved her new college, the classes and just the subject. She had loved making new friends and embarking on this new journey in her life.

She was glad that she hadn’t shied away from this opportunity. But she should probably call her folks back home. They were probably worried and… *TRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG*

Her phone ringing jolted her awake from her train of thought. It was of course Zara. She was probably already waiting at the library.

She picked up the call and started walking again. “I’ll be there in a minute, I’m across the road.”she answered.

“Alright alright, hurry up or we’re going to be late.” Zara shouted through the phone.

She cut the call and started walking faster. Memory lane would have to wait for another day.



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