Moving On To A New Job


A while ago, I was shifting houses. Although the location is the same (I just moved from one building to the next), I couldn’t help it but feel sad and melancholy. After all, this house I have been living for 2 years with memories of my pregnancy (me lying on the couch with ice cream and Netflix), my marriage (our first place together) and the start of freelancing (many hours holed up in the tiny study room). Even with the new anticipation of moving to a much bigger study room (twice the size of the old one), I will always miss our first house.

Not unlike moving from a home we loved, this feeling picked the same heartstrings whenever I moved from one job to the other. One tiny secret to share with my readers: as much as I enjoy accepting a new job and relishing the new challenges it…

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