from the suburbs

I never knew how much of a life I had till I lost it all. Haha. Did that sound as narsy to you as it did to me? 

My new colleagues are my new 'friends'. Not that that means much right now. 
Everyone does their own thing. They are so busy, that they are afraid once they become approachable to one person, it opens the doorways for people to ask for help all the time. 

I get it. I know why you feel the need to be stingy with your time. But it doesn't make it any easier to go through my time here for now. 

I told myself, I would be different. Because of that, in the short span of one month of me joining, I find myself in charge of 2 projects, running haggard for my business unit, and also doing backup for one more colleague. 

A 12 hour working day average is pretty standard for now. 

Thank God for a new manager who helped to straighten the mess I was in. 

And yet. It felt wonderful. I have a purpose. Something to work for in MY life. Not someone else's.

I gave up talent managing. Well... help out once in a while, but mainly given up. Where do I find the time for it? 

And writing... I've stopped for some months. But I want, no, need, to pick it up again soon. 

The joy of writing... It right up there along with wearing something nice and feeling confident throughout the day, and doodling in my sketch book despite my lack of drawing skills. 

I dream of being an international writer one day. One who lives in a suburbian town in Australia/ any European English speaking country, with a husband and kids, and travel around the world from time to time, writing of events in a way that provides an influence no one else can. 

One can dream, can't she? 

I miss you. You, the reader, and you, the friends. 

I'm looking for more time. To blog, to catch up with real people again. 
For now, this is enough.

Think well of me, won't you?