Full stressed day at work

It’s been a long while since I’m really, truly stressed I think. Just completed my office work. My roommate says he never seen me working that hard ever. And the worst thing? There’s still more work to do, but i figure that I deserve a little bit of a break.

Still remember once upon a time I would be like “oh there’s no way i can come home anymore, i’ve changed so much.” And i think i definitely have changed - which is really what made up my mind I suppose. I’m not all about the funfunfun stage anymore - well of course everyone still loves to have fun. But I’d much rather have my family and awesome friends by my side (for the rest of eternity, mind you, so if any of you assh*les decide to suddenly leave Singapore, i WILL commit murder.)

That said, I know it’s still going be to awfully, awfully, hard to leave New York. Like x100000 times. My resolution is clear and set.. but damn. I’ve been giving this a lot of thought, perhaps more than is necessary, and everytime I think of different little scenarios in my head of my last days in New York. More often than not they’re fanciful and totally results in my triumphing over everything imaginable. But still. I miss home.. and i’ll miss NYC and my times here till kingdom come. I’m not sure if the feelings have totally settled in yet - the terrible realization that January 17th may well be the last time i ever see anyone of these people again. And they are people i’ve developed relationships with, be it a surface, or especially a deeper friendship. Can I truly give that up? Can I truly say goodbye forever? I don’t think so, which is why I choose not to think about it now. Which is why i’ll probably be crying buckets of tears till there aren’t any left.

Its been decades working like this for long hours…