my life isn't just about men books and insecurity. it's a positive one too, you know.

sooooo, we all know this blog is mostly about a confused little child who doesn't know when to study for a test, be tactical or date. it's either i'm pibzing when i have to study or blogging too when i have a research paper due the next day, like now... awkward much? or its either i like this boy and he likes me back but we're not doing anything about it cause it took him ages to fess up or i like a dude and he likes me but he's just a hopeless douche who has no ambitions and direction, or i like this dude and he likes me but i'm too flipping scared to say yes cause i don't see my self getting hurt anytime soon or well you get the complicated point. so here is a post, about contentment. 
and yeah well spring break was BUSY of course, what with the career fair, polo, friends, e-lounge, famos, sleep, drama drama drama, so this is just 1/100 of what happened during the break :D 

Spring Break -Contentment

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping around the orange tree near my window. It was such a beautiful sound. The drapes were wide open, and although it was just around nine in the morning, the sun shone like it was past noon. I could not help but smile. I was in a happy state. As much as I wanted to fly to Abuja for the Career Fair, most of my intention was bent on getting to my family, even if it would be by hook or by crook.

A few days ago I was in the midst of midterms. I was flustered, baggy eyed and miserable. I lost track of how many hours of sleep I was getting and everything was just not in place. Normally, the birds outside annoyed every part of me. They were just noisy, their fluttering around and noise making gave me headaches. This time around, they soothed me. They were not just birds, they were birds from home. Each chirping sound was a reminder that I was safely at home.  

The term home has different meanings to various people. To me, it means everything. It is not just the place where I can get some shelter food and clothing. It is a shrine. It is a warm and cozy place where I can meditate. Home is where I can be myself, be very comfortable and be stress free. Home is where every imperfection is accepted. Most importantly, home is where the people that love me reside. That is why it was imperative of me to get home as soon as possible.

Now that I was finally home, I did not need to think about anything. I was able to stay in bed all morning, just listening to the birds go about their ways. There were no instructors to give out more work than necessary, I did not have to be bothered by my roommates’ friends barging in and out, I did not have a schedule, I certainly did not have an alarm and most importantly there was no need to wake up to such a ridiculous time of the day. Lazing in bed all day was all I could ask for the first few days of spring break because I needed it. I needed to feel human; I needed to recall what procrastination and laziness felt like again. And my room was doing just the trick. The more the birds chirped the more I snuggled back under my covers. I could not care less how loud the birds got. I was content.