I should perhaps confess, quitting from the first job that I started in after my graduation didn’t come easy.
It took me three attempts, before I finally succeeded in signing out. I guess, like your first love, your first job remains special. Faults and all.
So after three and a half years, tomorrow, I am finally taking the train to a different station, walking down a different street at 8.30 a.m. in the morning. Just this week, I will stay in Singapore. Next Monday, we are starting off… in a new country.
If there is one thing I promised myself for this year, it is that, work isn’t just work. I refuse to be jaded. Life is, and should be, breathed, absorbed, enjoyed and savoured. Every moment of it. So, let tomorrow begin.