I've packed my bags countless times.
Each time I do, it brings excitement of expectacy, of venturing into the unknown.
Yet, this time, it's somewhat different.

It's not the clothing that's different, neither are the necessities.
It's the unexplainable feeling itself, of knowing that you're packing your life into them.
Yes, my life, in bags and boxes.

So this is what ppl mean with 'moving on'.

As happy as I am to take this step closer towards adulthood, why this sadness that sweeps me in waves then?

It's because I will miss you, the one who cheers me on.
I'll miss you, the one I call my friend.
I'll miss you, the one who eats with me.
I'll miss you, the one who makes me laugh.
I'll miss you, who shows that you really care.
I'll miss the times shared, those I hold dear to my heart.
I'll miss the memories together, because miracles don't come twice.
I'll miss being with you, just sitting beside you, as time grows still.

And I'm sorry that I have to leave.


To all who made the past 2 weeks one of the more memorable weeks of my life,
I thank thee.
Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you for caring enough to give me your best wishes.
Thank you for all your hugs and kisses.
But most of all, thank you... for remembering me.
(To those who didn't remember, it's ok, coz I still love you :P)

Take care my friend, while I brave the vibrant yet stormy seas.
Take heart my dear, that if you ever need me, I'm just a phone call away. And on the next plane home.

God bless.



- jess, left for Meowland -



PS: I'll be on a long hiatus, at least until I get the internet fixed in my new place. But it's ok, I know you know my number :)