so long taman jurong...

I had a rather depressing Saturday. My day didn't start well. I had fever but I had to go to work because we have a management meeting going on and I had to be there. As usual I skipped breakfast and didn't eat lunch until around 2:30 p.m. Hello gastritis. Anyway, I was able to go home at around 3:30 so I was able to sleep for 4 hours. I still had headache when I woke up and thinking about the things I need to pack only made it worse.

Tomorrow is our last day here in this apartment. We have to move out, whether we like it or not. The new tenants are moving in next week and the owners need to do some repairs and repainting. Honestly, I don't want to leave this apartment. I have come to love this place, having stayed here for almost a year and a half. I partially moved most of my stuff to my new place last Thursday. I was teary eyed while I watched the boxes being carried out of the apartment.

8 boxes and counting...

I finished packing tonight with a heavy heart. Maybe I am just being melodramatic but every single thing I put in the box brought back a lot of memories - some good, some painful. By the time I was half done packing, my eyes were red and puffy. I will miss this apartment and all I have with me now are the memories. Another goodbye for me. *sigh*

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