Mama, I'm coming home....

After two years in the "land of the free", I'm going to go back home for a good long time. I hope to spend a good half year with family and friends before I get into the rigor of the MBA. I'm so looking forward to this.

My inner-self tells me that this is an opportunity of a life-time. There may never be a chance again when I can genuinely take a break from the routines that this life brings. And do the things that I have always wanted to do. Cater to the me who rarely gets to do what he wants to.

I want to read this post at the end of the six months and look back with satisfaction that I made full use of the time that I had. Insha Allah.