Monday, December 19, 2016

I never thought leaving would be this hard. The people who left me made it seem so easy.

By hard, I mean it gives me sleepless nights and loss of appetite. It is quite similar to an after break up scene. Does this involve a three-month moving on rule also?

Apparently, the thing is I have not even totally left just yet. Almost there, though. And I just want it all to end before an epiphany arrives and I sign something I have long decided not to.

But I will most definitely miss every thing I have been doing for the past two years. As much as it hurts to take the leap, I think this is the only thing to be done. To my knowledge, things have been taken a little farfrom the workload to the people I worked with.

Leaving is nowhere near easy but neither is staying longer. I have met my quota, just sooner than I planned. But isn't it how we were taught here? To adjust, to be flexible, to reconsider.

While there is no denying I will be hung up missing literally everyone, especially those who gave their efforts in making me stay, I will be away for as long as I know. In the meantime, I will focus on writing the letters long overdue before the year crunches to an end.