Just lost my job a few days ago. Or, to be more accurate, my contract ended and wasn't renewed. Apparently two years and ten months isn't enough time to plan a full proper hiring. Even if it means some financially complicated months, I'm glad working for such amateurs is over !
So I spent some of my free time to sort clothes, papers and reminders (you know, that very things I keep putting forward instead of doing them right now). And I must admit I've been surprised. Sometimes, you expect memories (and reminders linked to it) to be bittersweet. That's ok : that's how life goes. But I found that some are ending up being only yet terribly bitter. You expect to find that kind of sad joy and the shoes box only contains bitterness, resentment and anger.
Memory is a strange thing.

Anyway, I threw it all away and kept moving on !

Please take care !

(I know all this sounds strange, but I just felt like this was the right place for me to post it ^^" Who read journals anyway ?!)