This spring semester I’m set to finally graduate. With that said, I have to start an internship, and this is my first journal/blog entry. So, January 25th, on the day a road to a new life chapter was beginning (spring semester first day), my life simultaneously crashed around me. My grandmother passed away. The lovely lady that smothered me in my younger years has left. And to make matters worst, I hadn’t seen her in over 5-6 years as she lived in Trinidad; and I couldn’t even attend the funeral. A live stream? Imagine my pain. So the next time I do see her, it’ll be to give her her flowers; though she can’t physically receive them. Fast forward maybe 2 weeks, I couldn’t muster up any energy to even continue looking for an internship. I knew I had to, I couldn’t sabotage myself in this way, but I couldn’t. This was my fourth relative lost in 4-5 months, yet this one hit the hardest. Prior to all of this I had applied to more places than I could count; at this point I just needed some sort of luck to strike me, and hope it was good rather than bad. TBC..
