Other than the letter assuring that the past year's toil and travail has not been in vain, it has been a week of unsettledness and jitters for me.

Environment, human, speech and my own emotions never felt so obscure before, as though they have never prevailed.

Perhaps it's disorientation. Perhaps I'm mazed. Perhaps I'm absorbed into multiple facets of myself.

I have to do things I've never or imagined I would have done before. I abhor it but I have to do it. I really don't wish to do it but I have to do it.

Will I be truly requited? Will they reciprocate my intentions? They have to let me know else I'll start to condemn myself.

Is it obligatory to think like this? Was there an option given to me in the first place?

Adapt and accommodate are the remedies.

I know I can do this.

I have to be.