The busy tapping of keys was eerily absent. Dark screens, empty chairs and haphazard piles of notes littered individual desks. Printed layouts of last week's issue lay folded and scattered on the big table.
Evidence of a busy work week nervously hibernated, awaiting yet another stressful week ahead.
But for me, I had stepped across the divide. I was no longer caught in the never ending cycle of deadlines, stifling pressure and two faced colleagues.
My presence in the dimly lit office was that of an ex-journalist with the simple task of clearing out her desk. As I sat down and turned on my computer for the last time, an unexpected heartache filled my chest.
I methodically started to put away my belongings into a bag - my meager collection of green stationary, name cards of the people I've met along the way, weathered notebooks. Bits and pieces of my personality left the now vacant desk.
A solitary stuffed monkey, who had seen me through the bad and the rare glimmer of good, sat peacefully on the desk. I stared into it's vacant yet knowing eyes and sighed.
The next step, clearing out evidence that I was ever at Property Times on my computer. File after file made its way to the recycle bin - memories of my experiences with each article flashed through my mind. Times where I had put my head in my hands and felt like screaming and crying at the same time.
With a simple click, my screen also darkened. I looked around the office with a melancholy smile. I had closed yet another chapter of my life.
It is time to leave behind a grueling year of my life and start anew. I picked up the monkey on my desk and stuffed it into my bag.
I have new places to discover and more grueling experiences to trudge through. Where? I know not yet. Mysteries and unknown futures in life are not as exciting as they used to be but there's one thing I can say for now, "Goodbye Property Times" and one more thing, "Fuck you Andrew Wong (Editor)!"
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