I must admit, that I still yearn for it.
Even today as I browse through photos, there is a sense of nostalgia, loss, and perhaps a twinge of disappointment and reproach (towards myself).
Perhaps I could have tried harder? Pushed for more? Perhaps if I could just believe... and not given it all up?
But it's better this way isn't it?
Rather than drag everyone down with my incapabilities and insecurities, leaving was the better of two evils.
I'm still proud of the memories, learning points, and experiences shared, but sometimes, I guess what I really wanted was to know that I was just as important as the rest.
Because it sure stinks to be a backup plan, a spare tyre, or a second thought.
Oh, but hey, my first day at work was rather pleasant. Let's hope it stays this way. :)

