A co-worker from Subway who is always at the same shift with me told today was his last shift. He is much younger than me, I think, but he is a very good supervisor already. Working with him, I always think if I can manage those stuffs well as he does as a supervisor.
Few weeks ago, I was always counting the days, hoping end up all the works here as soon as possible then go traveling again. However, things are different now while I started enjoying the 2 jobs and having fun with the co-workers.
Thinking of the approaching farewells, I feel nervous and down. Was crying for some friends' leaving, a friend said that means I grew up. Did I ?
Being sad at any kind of farewell, much easier than the year I was in France. The older I got, the more things I can't let go. Then I found myself always think of those old days, like people always said the music in their age was the best, I ve got those good moments which only me and who ve been though with me can understand the touching and unforgetable key point. Even now I always think of that year in France, all I can recall are the good times, even those conflicts with classmates made me laugh. The more years passed by, the more I ask myself : why were we so happy then ? Today it's much easier for us to go back France or another else countries we want to, but the people and views won't be the same anymore.
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