gray door, #120.

I'm surrendering my studio key to the office in school before I head to work. For some reason, I'm dreading it. Maybe because I feel that the key is the only object that represents "school" for me now. Might as well be a comedy skit later between me and the studio manager doing a tug-o-war with the tiny key.

My key ring will definitely be one less key after this day but that doesn't mean it's the end.

I can't wait for this month to be over. March will be a new leaf. Fingers crossed, fingers crossed.