I went to bed at 1036pm yesterday, I was tired.
It’s been like that for the past few days. Feeling tired.
Excited, yes…but more tired.
Then as I lay on my bed, I come to realise that it’s the final time I’m going to lie on it (after this, it belongs to Surt! *haha*)…and it’s my final night in TamanDesa.
In the stillness of the night, I felt a grip of sadness in my heart.
I’ve always been a sentimental person but the busyness and stress blocked out everything for the past week or so.
Now when it’s still…I feel it.
I woke up at 8am today (to check on the Fedex status 
) and realise it’s the last morning I get to laze in bed.
So I did.
Laze till now.
It’s time to get moving.
Housemates are not at home.
It reminds me of my last day with Lilly, none of the sales colleagues were there and I walked out.
Life goes on even when you refuse to move.
Being sentimental holds me back sometimes but not this time.
I will miss being in KL and having this room to come back to.
