Kumustahan #5: How are you, Thea, after three months of your resignation?
It hasn't been an hour since I logged off from work. Thinking about it now, this wasn't how my day usually went three months ago. About this time, I may have already been asleep but productive in my personal life. If I'm still awake, then probably I am watching something right now or recalling the Kanji words I promised to myself to familiarize. I mean, that's how my life was: after work at 5 pm, I'm free. But now, I feel regretful and tired. I remember that I was writing something for my blog post here. I was full of hope, like my eyes were clouded with ethereal passion, and my heart was aching for so much anticipation. I thought 2022 was my year. I have claimed, way ahead of time, that this was going to be my year. I almost felt like crying at that time because I was soaring with so much possibilities of what my life would finally turn out now that I am resigning. I felt like I went back to when I was in my early days of my senior year, when I wasn't yet soake