Wearing my heart on my sleeves #001

So I have this new job waiting for me in 2016.
The pay is simply amazing. More than enough for me, considering my young age and experience.
But the catch is, it's in Sabah. SABAH. KOTA KINABALU SABAH.
So far away from Mama and Babah and AJ and my sister and NIB and my daughter, my princess T and everyone.
AND EVERYTHING

TOO FAR AWAY

The only reason that I'm going is because of the money. Nothing else.

And I'm sick of DRB-HICOM
Too much drama is such big, big corporation.
That I don't get and I'm sick of it.

Career wise, this new job is the best thing that I can ever asked for.
I was surprised that I scored the job.

Thing is.
I have been living in KL my whole life.
I went away for a year and half to do my Asasi in Kedah and that's it.

Suddenly Sabah!
On my own.
Like wow.

I have no friends nor family there.
Just my new job and that cash. (Kaching!)

PANIC MODE ON
I'm not worried about coping with the new job, surprisingly I do well in that area.
It's the whole being independent and alone thing is eating me up slowly inside.

How i wish they can offer me the same job and pay in Ipoh of Johor.
No!
They make me go to SABAH. (maybe that's why they're paying me big bucks)

I crazily said yes and arranged for everything.
I went crazy for a moment.
Not regretting my decision.
Just panicking
Just another episode of my panic attack.

PANIC
PANIC
PANIC

I accepted the job in August.
I report in January 2016.
And now suddenly it's 11 November.

It's suddenly NOVEMBER 11!!!!

Hyperventilate now.