I was talking on the phone with a cousin, telling her that time flies here and I have so many things to do. And that from the day I got here, which was two days before my lectures started (as I missed the orientation period), I was busy!

So she said .. oh that’s really good, so you got inside the washing machine.
This is when I thought I didn’t hear what she said.. What washing machine?

And it’s true, as the days pass by … I get to know more what she’s talking about! Im part of the washing machine, with everyone else.. spinning inside, and living each day with new things to do. As long as it’s spinning, Im safe.. I miss everyone back home but Im still safe as there’s no time to think, to miss.. or to look back..

The more it spins, and the faster it gets.. the more engaged and attached I become to the present.. to where I belong now!

It is one of the best things I’ve heard after I got here.. and now I know what it really means to be inside the washing machine..