Jottings on August, 28, 2016( Native-speakers, Please help check and correct what I have written.)

Yesterday I moved back to the original place I had lived in for an year and a half. Everything looked still looked familiar.

In the afternoon W called me, informing me to go to the office tomorrow, which was Sunday.

This morning, my collague Y and I went to the office by bus. To our surprise, the door was still locked when we got there. We had to walk around and wait for W. Something unexpected happened when I saw a text message from W on my phone. The message said, " Please don't go to the office today." I replied: " We'd  just arrived here a few minutes ago." Then W called me back and told me that he had left the key in the office and we should go back and come next Monday.

Y and I had to leave. When we passed by the bus stop and I was about to stop and wait for a bus, but Y said we would take the subway. We walked to the subway, where I took the red line and he took another. I transferred to the green line after one stop, and then two more stops to my destination.

I walked out of the train, up the stair, and then up the escalator, out of the subway, to the shop in which I used to buy onion pancakes, leek turnovers, cold jelly noodles and soy bean curd—all of my favorite food. I bought one (using 'an' would be better here) onion pancake, one leek turnover and one bowl of soy bean curd and they were packed together.

I strolled along the familiar street back home, looking at either sides of the street. The trees and grass remained the same, but some seemed less greener that before. Many leaves had withered and had fallen off from the trees. It took around 10 minutes to walk to the end of the straight street. There was a church on the right. on the roof a big cross is standing, which made the church stand out of the buildings around. On the left side, there was a food court. I made a left turn and then went home. It was breakfast time. It was a big feast to have the favorite food for breakfast.

PS1: As people grow up, it's hard for them to say their minds. It's lucky to have someone whom you can turn to to say your mind. In reality, people may perceive you as strong-willed and optimistic, but the fact is that you are sensitive deep down. Sometimes people may be different on the inside only a few people may see through. We should strive to make ourselves emotionally and mentally stronger. Something is not scary, it is beautiful and magical and if we have it, hold on to it.

PS2: Feeling accepted, loved and happy may be the best feeling in the world.               (Hi! Very nice diary entry you have here! Although I corrected most of your writing, there are some parts that are still kind of wrong, and editing would mean changing the whole paragraph. Your biggest problem is forgetting the past tense, haha, but really, your writing is great! Keep it up!)