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So where do I even begin?

The end of the year always asks this question like a quiet knock on the chest. Soft, but persistent. And somehow, this year answers back louder than usual because here I am, standing at the edge of it all, in my final year. My final freaking year!!!

The words still feel illegal to say out loud. Unreal. Like a sentence that belongs to someone else’s life, not mine.

But the more I think about being done soon, the more the weight of it presses in. My father asked me what my plan is, and without hesitation I said, “God’s plan.” because tht was it honestly,there is no roadmap yet. I am still learning how to read the signs, still navigating the fog, still trusting that clarity will meet me on the way.

I don’t want this to sound like I end every year wearing sadness like a familiar coat. But this time is different. This year wasn’t as brutal as the ones before it. And for the first time in a while, I am not overthinking it this time.

I got a job! A real one. And somehow, that still amazes me. The idea that someone pays you for your skills without ever seeing your face still feels like folklore. Yet here I am, living inside that miracle. I also lost a job this year, and honestly? I am grateful for that too. It was draining me dry, hollowing me out quietly. Some doors don’t close to punish you; they close to protect you. And that one? It deserved no more of my energy, not even a proper breakdown.

This year, I bought myself a phone. And a laptop(with Logbon’s help). God will continue to lift that egbon higher, honestly.

Now the year is ending or ended, and I raise a glass to what’s ahead. To another big year. To the final chapter of being an undergraduate. To endings that feel like beginnings in disguise.

This morning, my father asked about my plans after school and then casually slid in when I plan to get married. I laughed so hard we both ended up laughing together. Because truly? Make God be with everybody.

I may not have said everything. I may not have said enough. But I am deeply grateful for the privilege of being here, of living long enough to write this. For the people who stayed. For the ones who didn’t cut me off. For the quiet mercies that didn’t announce themselves, but held me steady all the same.

And that, I think, is enough to end the year with.

Btw, I love my friends so much and I am grateful for the ones who don’t leave me for hunger to kill me.