It’s Saturday the 24th of September.
Today is the day I pack.
And tomorrow is the day I get on a plane and head to another country, where I’ll try to survive until Christmas.
Am I excited? Of course.
Am I scared? It’s inevitable.
Am I sad? Well…
Leaving somewhere means saying goodbye – to things, to place, to people. And I am excited to meet those waiting there for me, to face all the new experiences that are sure to come my way, but before I get there I have to leave a sizeable part of myself here. My friends, my family, my past in general. I know I’ll come back to them, sooner than I expect as well, but until then, I must keep moving forward, towards the point where our paths cross again.
Something that comforts me is that the people I leave behind have each other. I tend to worry about the people who are not near me, but I know I’m leaving them with loved ones they can depend on. This is not to say that I think myself very important in their lives, or that I’ll be leaving a huge hole in them. I just like knowing that however important I may or may not be to them, those who are important to me are not alone.
To the close family and friends that are reading this – yes, I know you’re there – I’ll be back in the blink of an eye. Take care of yourselves and of each other while I’m gone. I’ll write and you’ll write back, and we’ll all have things to do. You probably won’t miss me at all – after all, what are phones for?
I feel like I’m being way too dramatic, but ah well. Who doesn’t profit from being a drama queen once in a while?
Keep safe all of you – family, friends, readers – I’ll see you soon.