I knew this day would when I said,
today's my last day of work at PwC.
Why does parting always have to be so emotional?

I'm admittedly gonna miss everything I've been through the last six months,
from the sardine packed trains, to the busy lunch hours that never felt more regular and precious, to the jew Dewberries, to rushing out tax returns, to every detail of my first working life.
I'd remember this,
because it's special.

In all honesty, I'm not ready to begin a new chapter in my life,
not ready for university at all.
I don't wanna grow up.
But change is inevitable, right?