Like I told a dear friend, I think I've finally sorted out my feelings about going to Melbourne and spending the next 2 years there...

I'm not scared... Mostly just sad.

I've had many farewell meals over the last few weeks, thanks to the kindness of many friends, both old and new, who organized these meals when they caught wind of my decision to pursue studies overseas...

Just for the sake of my own memories...

16/1 - dinner with an ex-colleague, whom I got along very well while working in the same centre
17/1 - lunch with my JC mates, who support me through pretty much everything I do
19/1 - dinner with fellow psychologists, who have taught me lots over the years
21/1 - dinner with my CLDDS, who stuck through thick and thin during those performance days
22/1 - dinner with my office colleagues, who gave me the best time of my working life
24/1 - dinner with my Spanish teacher, an extremely warm, kind-hearted but strong Latina.
28/1 - dinner with da jie and YC, who are like my own sisters for since as long as I can remember
30/1 - dinner with my Spanish cum salsa pals, just a day before I depart, who opened my mind to new experiences and new perspectives.

I have put on some weight with all these lunches, and the CNY celebrations certainly wasn't of any help. But the fact that these people all kindly took the trouble to organize these gatherings is a real heartwarming feeling. All of a sudden it makes you realize that you're not alone after all.

And leaving all these and more behind is the sad part...

I know it's a feeling that woujld probably pass once I have settled down, but it doesn't make the feeling any less intense. My only consolation is that this decision will eventually do me good in the long run.

Well, 2 more days.... And this is it.