Well it came and went. I was touched that they would actually organise one for little ol' me. Hmm...the food was so-so. Of course my cheesecake also decided to make a lacklustre appearance - don't know why I chose to infuse too much gelatine. Tasted like rubber!!
So now that I think my farewell is marked, I guess I am on my way. Afterall, venturing into the unknown. To state the obvious, I am apprehensive - very apprehensive about what the future holds but that old cliche says it pertinent "but I know who holds my future".
Ahh..I have another term to pack Bento boxes (hehe, currently in plastic containers!) for my J, M and Hubs. A term to try out the ACE Paces with J and M. In the exact words of Hubs, "12 weeks , baby and counting".
Myy ex-colleagues cried at the farewell dinner - but I didn't. There was a request to sing and I had "For Good" up my sleeves but decided against it when the tears were obvious! BUT I have not cried ..yet. I have not allowed myself to "grieve" yet - and I don't know if I will. In a little way, I can't wait to go too. To start afresh..like I tell people now "we are moving on".
I tell Hubs, if we don't bite this bullet, we will always wonder what would happen if we did. I refuse to live a life of regret. At least we were ballsy enough to defy gravity and took the plunge into the deep! If we fell on our faces doing it, at least we can get up with dignity and say "we had faith"..
*sigh* but I am going to miss all things familiar, all things comfortable and all things convenient. The more I think about this, the sadder I get because as much as I am excited to go, a small part of my heart refuse to let go of the familiar in favour of the unknown.
So in a little while, this short chapter of my life is wrapping up and I am flipping to another new page. This would mean, Bento boxes for lunches at home. The search for new TKD classes, piano lessons (a NEW piano too), new ballet classes for M, PACES, new house, new schedule, new challenges, new, new,new....
...I am a little scared....
So now that I think my farewell is marked, I guess I am on my way. Afterall, venturing into the unknown. To state the obvious, I am apprehensive - very apprehensive about what the future holds but that old cliche says it pertinent "but I know who holds my future".
Ahh..I have another term to pack Bento boxes (hehe, currently in plastic containers!) for my J, M and Hubs. A term to try out the ACE Paces with J and M. In the exact words of Hubs, "12 weeks , baby and counting".
Myy ex-colleagues cried at the farewell dinner - but I didn't. There was a request to sing and I had "For Good" up my sleeves but decided against it when the tears were obvious! BUT I have not cried ..yet. I have not allowed myself to "grieve" yet - and I don't know if I will. In a little way, I can't wait to go too. To start afresh..like I tell people now "we are moving on".
I tell Hubs, if we don't bite this bullet, we will always wonder what would happen if we did. I refuse to live a life of regret. At least we were ballsy enough to defy gravity and took the plunge into the deep! If we fell on our faces doing it, at least we can get up with dignity and say "we had faith"..
*sigh* but I am going to miss all things familiar, all things comfortable and all things convenient. The more I think about this, the sadder I get because as much as I am excited to go, a small part of my heart refuse to let go of the familiar in favour of the unknown.
So in a little while, this short chapter of my life is wrapping up and I am flipping to another new page. This would mean, Bento boxes for lunches at home. The search for new TKD classes, piano lessons (a NEW piano too), new ballet classes for M, PACES, new house, new schedule, new challenges, new, new,new....
...I am a little scared....
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