Tis my sixth last nite shift before I never have to do them again.
I was quivering and almost tearing the day i tendered my letter to my boss.
He said he was sad to see me go, and that reuters doesn't want to lose me.
I think it took all of my determination and grit to not retract and jus take back my letter.
I was sad and almost rooted the ground for the next half hour.
Sitting and thinking and just dazed and spaced out in the lobby.
Looking at people filing in for work.
I'd come in early at 8am on my off day just to submit the letter.

After that, i called dennis just to talk, even tho i knew i'd probably wake him up.
He's my best fren at work.
And sweet as he is, even tho i really did jolt him out of bed and even tho he gotta work later in the day, he came out to have brekkie with me and keep me company.
Frens like that really make my day.
But before that, i drove myself to church and had some me-time with God.
And He answered my prayers so soon.
Almost straight after, I knew i'd made the right choice.
I just know. Somehow, the rightness/wrongness of a decision will resonate deep within u.
And I knew I was right to leave.
It was a beautiful morning. With a good fren in tow.
We went window-shopping at Tangs, had brekkie at Coffee Bean and just had a good time together.
Dennis is really a sweet fren I'd miss much.
Of course i'll still see him now n then...but not as regularly as now for sure.

Anyway, I am brimming with lots of hopes n good vibes for my new mag.
What kinda stories I am gonna do, who my contacts will be... I love it.
Hopefully it will go all smooth.

By the way, tis my fave month of the year.
Its May.
I am gonna turn 25 soon.
Quarter-life awaits.