And so I'll be out of this place by end month.

Though I am more than happy with this move, I can't help having this wee tinge of sadness in me when I take my leave. Perhaps am just not good when it comes to farewells.

Despite their shortcomings, -personal or otherwise, the guys have been good with me, and being the only girl tend to allow me to get away with most things easily. And it's right here, at this place, where I finally started the soap business with the girls. I have to be honest that guys' support in my personal venture is deeply appreciated. Not once have they grumbled about the packages I've received, or the temporary storage place I made my tiny room to be, or the late nights I've spent here wrapping and labelling the stuffs. They even went to the extend of giving business suggestions and feedbacks that I am grateful for.

But of cos (like any other work environment,) I've had more than enough disputes with them as well. I've had days where I was so close to packing my bag and leaving on the spot, or days where I would totally shut myself off from them just to prove my frustrations. It was just a couple of weeks back when Simon and me had a huge fight in the van that he literally stopped by the fringe of the highway and started throwing things around, -just because I can't navigate directions for nuts.

But now, I'll be ready to say goodbye when the time comes. True, I get easily attached to people and my surroundings, but somehow over the years, it tends to get a tad easier to let go of such 'affections'.

I should start packing up slowly.