The person from HRD (Human Resource Department) of the hospital: See, submitting your requirements won’t take too long. *smiles*
Me: *smiles in agreement*
HRD Person: Okay, then. Call me on April 13, so that you’ll know when you’re going to start.
Suddenly, wild and random thoughts ran through my mind as I said goodbye to the HRD person. I cannot accurately describe my feelings, so I’ll just share about 10% of what I was thinking on my way home.
- I’m really going to leave my current job in four days. I’m going to leave my students. Nooooo.
- Will I be able to continue RareJob?
- I need to find an apartment.
- Oh my goodness, I’m going live on my own— away from my family AND pay my own bills.
- Will I manage?
- This was what I have always wanted, right?
- Okay, so my salary will be (enter amount here), then, (amount) will be for rent + electricity + water + internet connection.
- I have to give some money to my parents.
- I need to save money.
- Oh my goodness, I HAVE TO TAKE A VACATION before I even start working here.
- After the three- year contract, shall I continue being a nurse?
- Which graduate study should I pursue?
- Will I find my true love here?
- Will my friends in Marikina miss me? Haha. Will they even notice?
- I’m an adult. An adult. And I’m scared.
- BUT, this was what I have always dreamed of since high school: INDEPENDENCE. I didn’t know it would also be scary.
- Whatever, I can do this. I will most certainly enjoy my life.
- But I don’t want to leave teaching.
- I do hope I get assigned to an intensive care unit. Pleasepleaseplase.
Years from now, I will remember this particular day when I realized that I’m in a transition period. Lukewarm. Bittersweet. Anxious. Excited. Unsure.
I need some background music—any music— that will be perfect for all of those thoughts.
But for now, I’ll worry myself with my last lecture for tomorrow.