I have finally entered the next phase of life. I am working. If there is one thing I realized about myself during the three months I stayed jobless at home, it is that I am a compulsive workaholic. I can never be without doing anything. I need something to occupy my time. Be it a simple book or a puzzle to solve or a chumki work on my old top, I was around my house, always searching for things to do. When I complained about it, all I would hear is "You can be like this only now, so enjoy it" and there was nothing I hated more than hearing the reply. So right now, in my new job, I can say I am happy to have something to work on.