Departure 2

The first entry on this was on the last day (04/11/2008) of my internship which was a tearful one for me. It was only about a three months internship yet I still cried when I tried so hard not to. (In fact, I was quite surprised to catch myself crying.) So, can you imagine how hard it is on me when I worked there for about two years?

During my exams, I kept crying and crying over this because I did not bear to leave them and feared that my new colleagues would be hard to get along with. Deep in my heart, I knew that it was for a good cause. To be frank, I was in a great dilemma because I wanted to leave there so much (due to some reasons) and when I got a better offer, I wished I did not have to leave them. Sigh. Today, I tried (or perhaps did not) not to cry when my manager kept saying that I would definitely cry but I did not. I just kept smiling and laughing at everyone like nobody’s business. I only started to tear when I saw, “Sad to let you go…” on the card which she wrote on when I was on my way home.

I hope that I made the right decision because the whole thing is killing (literally) me. = / Sigh...I will miss so much stuff - the people (including the cute little Caucasian who never failed to make me smile when I saw him, those men and women), the scenery and peaceful and comfortable bus rides. The thought of starting a new job really frightens me. What if they don't appreciate what I have done? What if it is unsuitable for me? What if...?

If, everything happens for a reason...I will miss each and everyone of you deeply.