I will miss having my own personal space to organise and breathe in.

I will miss being notified by sms of how much money is going into my bank account every month and being able to claim medical, dental and personal development expenses.

I will miss the mindless chatter at the pantry, and the much needed intellectual stimulation from wise colleagues every functioning adult needs.

I will miss the piping hot (mock) fish noodles soup from the vegetarian stall and my milo orr siu dai see [sow peng] (milo with no condensed milk, a bit of sugar, evaporated milk, and a few ice cubes), something only the drinks stall aunty can make for me with perfection.

I will miss pigging out on chocolates with my neighbour.

I will miss seeing 17 and 18-year-olds going “wassup!” with me and then furiously taking down notes whenever I start talking.

I will miss the friends I’ve made over almost a decade (7 years is a long time!) whose encouragement and love never fail to make me feel like sunshine on thunderstorm days. Over the years, I’ve worked with the most dedicated and committed people I’ve ever met and this is what makes leaving this place so hard.

Staying home with you people has gotta be more worthwhile than all these, yes?

 

*FTWM: Full-time working Mom; SAHM: Stay-at-home Mom