It has been 6 months, and I still cry..
This is the job I wanted, the one I think is perfect coz I don't have to wake up early every weekday, the one that has only 2 off days weekly. It is the job that's not so boring, the job that pays better, the job that i want.
Now I've got it, I've got the job. I even have 2 of my sisters with me, but the only thing, the big thing, missing, is my husband.
I cry every time we say goodbye. I sometimes also cry through the phone before flights. Why? This is what you wanted!
Do I want to end this? What will I be? I don't, I want to fly and come home to you..