The Day Of Days

I had a day this week circled in my diary. It was the anniversary of the day I moved to London to take up a role as an International Volunteer.

It is so hard to explain what that day means to me. How I wanted to just celebrate a day that was intrinsically special.

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I wish I had celebrated it. Only we were so busy, I did not have chance to process my emotions about that day. Because after three days of sitting at a desk in front of a computer…I feel so deflated. Office jobs are so incredibly dull. I am so glad I only I have to do it for three days a week.

Today when I left work I started singing a song to myself that so accurately portrays what it is to be a pen pusher / number cruncher.