I went back to work in the morning. Just to finish up some of my work. Few of the colleagues who saw me at the corridor were surprised and delighted to see me again. But really, this is the LAST TIME. I still remembered last night at the pub, we were still hanging around outside after the pub had closed. It was 1am in the morning and we were holding a bottle of beer each in hand, standing there chatting.
I left shortly after lunch to catch the train at 2pm. I knew I am embarking on a new journey now; 3 weeks of Europe tour. And once back in SG, I would be in my final year and there are so many things that I would like to achieve. It will be a very exciting beginning for me. But I can't help but feel reluctant to close this chapter of my struggle, joy, experience in France.
150 days had passed. I had endured, suffered, enjoyed, learned and grew in France.
From feeling depressed, to being pressurised to finish up the experiments, I went through all sorts of emotions which no matter how much I had written down in this short journal, they wouldn't be understood completely. Only when reading them again many years from now would I be able to revive these past memories of growing up.
I am sure some of the things that I promised here would be forgotten or taken for granted once I am back in SG. But I am sure I had changed somewhat now. As what Anatole said, good or bad experiences, they are still valuable and are treasures we could take away with.
A mes amis de France, merci beaucoup. Au revoir.
I left shortly after lunch to catch the train at 2pm. I knew I am embarking on a new journey now; 3 weeks of Europe tour. And once back in SG, I would be in my final year and there are so many things that I would like to achieve. It will be a very exciting beginning for me. But I can't help but feel reluctant to close this chapter of my struggle, joy, experience in France.
150 days had passed. I had endured, suffered, enjoyed, learned and grew in France.
From feeling depressed, to being pressurised to finish up the experiments, I went through all sorts of emotions which no matter how much I had written down in this short journal, they wouldn't be understood completely. Only when reading them again many years from now would I be able to revive these past memories of growing up.
I am sure some of the things that I promised here would be forgotten or taken for granted once I am back in SG. But I am sure I had changed somewhat now. As what Anatole said, good or bad experiences, they are still valuable and are treasures we could take away with.
A mes amis de France, merci beaucoup. Au revoir.
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