Scrappin' it

I've been talking in my sleep. Now its my turn eh! I remember I was almost never told I had that tendency. It must have been this emotional chaos I've gotten into. But now it is finally over!!!

I opened my eyes this morning, awakened by the humidity in the room and my phone's message beeping tone. My mind was like a piece of clean chalkboard, everything dusted away. The night before is the only night I slept with no disturbing images in my head, with no more yearning for things that are gone. My eyes were dry. I kissed my softie penguin good night...

22 years behind me is now a history. I can smilingly signed off that phase of my life. Yesterday, I eventually managed to hand in my resignation letter to my very so busy boss. A very charming boss, which I will be sad to lose. Despite that, somehow I have cleared another burden in my life - the job. I've exactly no idea what's next, what's in line for me... it's not bothering me at all. I actually need a new life.

Porky left for US and Germany this morning. I have not been wanting to speak to him, it had been a difficult choice. And yesterday, it had to be the day. He still speak with that uncertainty and obliqueness in his words, forever. I'm very irritated with his indirectness, but for once I have to care for my own happiness. I'm over it!

It seems to have decided it was the day yesterday.