I have finally got a firm foothold on the proverbial mountain I have been referring to for more than a year now! The funny thing is that when you anticipate something for so long and then it finally happens, you'd think I'd be a lot more jubilant. I guess I am not one of those people whom you'll ever catch jumping with joy or excitement. Especially if I have planned and struggled and worked hard to get something, I suppose I feel relief or a sense of satisfaction that tends to have a calm facade. It's not as if I am not happy but it's a tempered happiness that takes stock of the present, past, future etc. and doesn't exaggerate the event too much... because much still needs to be done... and I am not yet there. 

The summit is too far but the fact that I have reached this point means it is ever more in my reach. Though in a rather profound sense, I have never doubted I would be here... because if I had come even this far from where I was, it was never to come only this far.