Timeline

It took me two months to get to LA due to visa issues, two weeks to settle in, three months to fall in love with this city, another two months to learn its flaws and then hate it, a week to realise that I need to leave right now, a conversation that affirmed my conviction about leaving which led to an hour of crying in the bath realising we are not ultimately the ones controlling the course of our life but God, and berating myself for forgetting that, three minutes to explain to my parents via skype why I need to leave, a moment to realise that everything I ever knew can change in a second.

I never dealt with the pressing, intensity of time. It ticks silently away. Time ushers us along even if we don't want to move. Time is no longer a quiet assurance.

It ticks like a bomb. More often than not. There is no definite reality. The only definite thing is change.