Finally, I’m stress free. I don’t know how long but I’m glad I’ve finally escaped from all the things that has been torturing me physically and emotionally for the past two years. Now I can claim my “sanity” and my “life” back.

I’m on my first week on my new job with a very nice company and everything is turning out better than I expected. I know, a lot of people are telling me I made a bad choice moving to the extent that they are even scaring the hell out of me telling me that I will definitely regret this but so far, I’m enjoying that bad choice. If enjoying your first day to work despite the boring high volume readings you are required to learn and a series of mind twisting graded assessments to prove you are qualified in the position is a bad choice, or even choosing to be surrounded with nice people with highly founded values and are gifted with truckloads of humility and humour all is a bad choice, then I should have not made “good choices” all my life.

I’m still on my first week, and I know it’s too early to judge, but so far I’m happy and for me that’s the most important thing. I thank God for giving me this opportunity, and I’ll promise to take care of this blessing and will make the most out of it.