Of the comfort zone was definitely not an easy choice. Especially so when one have been so used to stepping into the same place, seeing the same people and ranting about the same issues for the past 6.5 years.

In the past on most days, I am caught between heaven and earth and sometimes in Middle Street waiting to get to the other side. Except that I have been here too long and getting out to breathe something new seems like a figment of my imagination. It used to be just a feeling but it’s grown and became real.

The turmoil of emotions is somewhat familiar. It reminds me of my first dive ;) Excited and worried at the same time. Questions of uncertainty pop up again and again. I convince myself with the leap of faith.

Nothing ends. Every ending is a continuation, every ending leads to something else and with that, one desperately seeks familiarity. And when it reaches out to you, familiarity then breeds comfort and then it is a whole new cycle again.