The Day 220525

It’s my last day!

I had always looked forward to this moment, counting down the days with anticipation. But now that it’s here, I find myself feeling less overjoyed than I expected. Maybe it's the weight of goodbyes.

Before returning my laptop, I sent out my farewell email—and suddenly, messages started pouring in. People reached out, surprised and kind. I shook more hands than I could count, heard countless “Good lucks” and “All the bests,” and even received a heartfelt hug.

In that moment, I was reminded of something simple but powerful: people do care.

I’m carrying all those words, those warm wishes, with me as I step into the next chapter of my life. I feel a little anxious, but also deeply excited.

I don’t know exactly what the future holds—but I believe something meaningful and beautiful awaits. I trust that God has something special prepared for me, and I can’t wait to find out what it is.

I took this picture when my second alarm went off—a moment that quietly reminded me that, after today, I won’t be waking up to two alarms anymore. I paused for a while, letting the reality sink in. Then, I got out of bed and went through my usual morning routine one last time. It felt like closing a chapter, slowly and gently.