"One last time"
I look back at them. All the tears have dried up in the tension my overweight baggage caused. There are so many things running through my mind. This is it. Its time to go. "One last time", my heart says and I look back. I see my whole world being left behind. I see everything that defines me behind those huge glass doors. Its time to go. Heart racing, I manage a bleak smile through the tears. I turn and make my way to the waiting lobby. I sit there and listen, listen to the announcements and the nervous chatter of strangers I'll call my family for the next 2 years. And before I know it, I'm on my way to a place half way around the world. Soon, the excitement of it all pushes the sadness to a distant place. I have been preparing for this for 3 years now and it had been my dream for a long time before that. Its 36 hours later and I'm standing at the door of my new apartment I would call home, with a key in hand. I open the door to a new beginning. As I get settled ...