I am still sad. I still miss my old work.
Everyday, I try to convince myself that this sacrifice will do me good in the long run. My new job provides benefits that I will need when some joints in my body starts to ache. I will give me money to make my bank account fat.
At this stage of my life I need security. I need to say goodbye to happenings and my old happy go lucky days. The prime of my youth is over. I'm already on my 30s. This is the right time to say goodbyes.
Friends or true friends will always be there.
Thus, I should not regret this decision.